Lvxferre [he/him]

I just asked a Kiwi and an Angolan, and we three agree you are the one upside down :-P

I live in a temperate area of South America. Usually winter isn’t that harsh, but we got two big cold waves this year.

I also hate summer, but that’s a problem for the future me of December :)

We had some pretty chilly nights the last weeks, in the 0~5°C range, so Siegfrieda is often asking to be covered. And by “asking” I mean: she stares me, scratching her blanket, and sometimes meowing, until I grab her blanket and cover her. It’s a mix of cute and annoying, because she sometimes gets too hot so she leaves her blanket, only to ask again five minutes later.

And sometimes she finds smart ways to control her own temperature, like this:

She’s also visibly happy when I go sleep - it’s like she got a huge self-heating pillow (my body). I don’t mind cuddling, so it’s a win-win.

In the meantime, Kika (who gives no fucks about weather) reacted to the winter in a different way: she still hates cuddling, but she’s clearly more needy. Her “mrrown-own?” = “pet me! pet me!” has become more frequent. I even left a chair near my desk, just for her - within my arm’s reach.

Memory is a funny thing. People around me often highlight that I remember oddly specific stuff, but I forget what they make a huge deal of.

So for example, I do remember the name of the girl of my first kiss. And her face, including her ears. Her birthday too, although that’s because it’s close to mine.

I also remember the weird smell of the nurse who took care of my sister when sis was internalised, 30 years ago. (I was 9 back then; now I know the smell is disinfectant). I also remember the specific pitch of my neighbour’s dog “yuuuunnn~”, as he brought what-used-to-be-a-ball through the outer fence of his home, so I could throw to him. (I had dogs back then, but neither was into playing as much as that good boy.)

I also remember my grandpa completely drunk, but taking care of me, when I was 6. And my grandma scolding him for that. Or the toy grandma gave me, a coin that flipped as if it was “magic”, as it went through a house-like thing. (It was themed after Ducktales.)

However I’d be lying if I said I remember the face of my father, even if I lived with him until he died (I was 18). I also tend to forget the specific date of my nephew’s birthday, even if I care a lot about him. I’m also always pausing to remember how many tablespoons of coffee I need to add to the machine, for a specific amount of coffee.