visitor from the east

Recently we took home a vagrant and let her stay with us for a weekend.

Let's call her Lulu.
First thing we had to do was throw Lulu in the back seat

after she said goodbye to her buddy.

It took her a while to decide on where she wanted to go.

At first she was content just writing in some wet cement along with some of her friends.

But after a while she just wanted to play on the ground.  It was a little weird if you ask me; you don't know how dirty the ground can get!

Lulu could finally pick herself up off the ground when she had some one to lean on.  Sometimes you just have to find someone that has walked in your shoes to really understand you.

I, however, am not such a person.  Lulu kept on insisting that she was being watched and I just couldn't empathize.

The only thing we could do to help her get over her paranoia was get her out in nature and hold her and tell her it would all be ok.

When that didn't work we thought it might be a self-esteem issue so we dolled her up in fancy clothes.

When that didn't work we figured she may just need some food.  I don't know if these were the circumstances to have her try new grub, but we thought it couldn't hurt.

Apparently it did hurt because after she ate she insisted that there were huge cats wearing "people clothes."  Great, add hallucinations to the paranoia.  I don't know if it was because we fed her sushi or not but Lulu described it as a very Japanese cat.

After that I started to notice that Andrea was going off the deep end too.

I was left with no other choice but to tell little Lulu to get lost after that.

All I need is for Andrea so start acting like a weirdo.