October 30th 2008 7:08 pm
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Hey, everycat *looks around nervous-like*
I need a drink. *swills a couple of glasses of Hallowscream punch then loads a large mug with CN Ale*
Dad hates me. I thought we got along pretty well. He works, then uses the money he gets to buy me food, so I let him rub me once in a while... What more can I do?
Well, today he comes home, shoves me in the carrying box, which I don't like, and took me to a place I've never been before! Then this woman who I don't know poked, prodded and did stuff, then typed things on her computer. I can only assume dad's mad at me. Why else would he put me through this?
Then when it was time to leave, he talked to some other people at the front desk of the place. They said something about a "visa" so I can only assume I'm being deported or sent out of the country for some reason.
*drink - chug - gulp*
January 7th 2008 5:34 am
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Well, the Steelers folded early in the playoffs, which I didn't really expect. So I guess I'll just concentrate on hockey, which is a superior sport anyway!
Hey, there's crazy warm temperatures this week. Going into the 60's dad says it's too warm. I say it's good, because I get to go outside and play! Whenever I get to do what I want, it has to be a good thing! Next week it will be all freezy again!
December 10th 2007 9:26 pm
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A friend made some comment about how many somebody did something. I was dismayed that a cat would be worried about mathematical pursuits! Cats, if you're involved with this sort of thing, I think you should give up that counting.
Counting stuff is what the twolegs do to keep us down! No good ever comes from counting. My dad's always saying, "don't rub your head on that, you've done it a hundred times!" Right, and if I had been COUNTING maybe it would matter. Twos can't sit in the same chair for hours on end, because they are counting! "It's been four hours!" they will say. Well WHY ARE YOU COUNTING?
I'm sure some of you have heard them say "no more food, you've already eaten twice". See, if they weren't COUNTING you could have more food but noooo, they have to count!
How about when they walk away, and you try to get them back. You say "rub my head" they say, "I rubbed your head for the last five minutes", once again, the twolegs count, and we lose.
That's all I have to say, for now. Please. Let's not emulate them in their counting... it never works out for us.
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