January 23, 2005

Well, I suppose you read all the embarassing things my mom has said about me peeing and pooping on the floor---but heck, if she hadn't brought all those other cats in the house maybe I wouldn't need psychotrophic medications.
And, if she sees that I have tried and now go in the bathtub to make it easier for her to clean after me, she should realize that I AM trying to be more cooperative.
In fact, I actually put my foot in the litter today and with one foot in and one foot out I did a wee....so what if most of it went out of that stupid box?
It's an inhumane place to do one's private business anyway.
When that brat, Zak, came into the house about a month or so ago, I said to myself, "That's the last straw, give me something good to pee on!" and stayed in the upper floor for most of the day until I was good and hungry and snuck down the stairs to get some grub.
And another thing that angers me is that Mom has closed all the bedroom doors so I can't lay on the beds anymore, which was my favorite place to be.
I mean, just because I wet a few patchwork quilts and had a poop stash under the guest bed, doesn't mean I deserve to be banished from the comforts of the bedroom...it seems the punishment has outweighed the crime!
However, if I want to have any communication in this house, I will have to make friends with someone, so it may as well be Zak as he likes to bird watch out the window. I like that also, so at least we have THAT in common.

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