Initial Offering

Greetings!
This space is devoted to items that smother me in the small hours of the morning. Actually, it is my new kitten loafing on my face at 3:30am which goads me to introspection. Nothing spurs speculative insomnia better than a mouth full of fur and years of guilt. I blame the kitten. And the animal pays. I drew a bulls-eye on the wall, and no matter the volume of purr or width of eyes, attempt to place the beast withing five feet of the target. Since my apartment is made of dry-wall the results are not as spectacular as I intend. However, frequently I miss wide and strike door-jam. Before you condemn me remember- I'm cat-putting in the dark.