Rusty

I think Rusty, my cat, isn't very happy here anymore. But I'm so used to her and her *ahem* idiosyncracies that I'm not 100% sure if she is unhappy or just being strange little self. I don't know if that makes sense. My problem is that my schedule is herky jerky, I'm home for short stints throughout the day but not for long stretches of time. I can't tell if this is bothering her or not. She seems somewhat accustomed to being by herself, something that she's had to learn. But when I get home she practically mauls me, like I'm Calvin and she's Hobbes, except I'm not as self important as Calvin. OK, that's not true, but she isn't as funny as Hobbes. I think I may have to give her back to the cat lady from whom she came. That makes me sad.