Bathed her today and, surprisingly, she still doesn't hate me.
It's mating season for the cats these days and there are more cats than humans in Cairo, which is a city of over 20 million people, which makes cat-mating season kind of a warzone.
She may just be seeking refuge from all the horny bobcats out there, of which I can see four sniffing around the studio doors as I type.
In the process of recalibrating my daily routine; Bedtime reading just ain't for me, so instead I'm taking up reading first thing in morning. My place doesn't get any direct sunlight, which is a blessing in the hot summer months, but a frigid curse worthy of Norse gods in the winter. I may have to incorporate a daily noon-time stroll into my routine just to get some sun. I'm terrible at aimless walking though, and need to figure a destination into my plan to make it work.
In other news: I think I'm getting the hang of homemade egg pasta. No machines.
The plan to give up smoking will likely not come to pass, but I can at the very least attempt to heavily reduce it.