4 am time for feeding. well, I haven't had cats to kick out of my bed in 2 weeks so it's kind of nice.
What's for breakfast, mom? A good swift swipe off the bed and onto the floor. HAha'ha haha 'ha...
ooops. I hear pussy feet coming over the foot of the bed. Shit she's on my stomack. in 2 seconds she'll have her little face hanging over my screen, hairball hanging between her teeth like a big juicy cigar, ready to do grave damage to my laptop.
Cat olympics--hairball yakking. Awards for biggest, farthest, most complex and artistic merit. It's not enough today to show strength, throat or tensile; must show style.
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