January 6th 2010 12:52 pm
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1/6/10
3:40 pm

Happy New Year, Merry Christmas, yada yada yada. I'm bitter. I didn't get ANYTHING for Christmas--well, except for a few treats that is, and they were all smushed looking. Ashton and Dusty got colorful play mice and lots of treats! Basically I just laid on the brown chair (which Benjamin (who is Morgans dad-- Morgan is my owner) calls "the cat chair"). Well that and got ignored.

And PLUS, my black cat friend hasn't been hanging around. Either he found a family or...well, let's just say he wasn't quite cut out for forest life. Well, he did seem like a bit of a wimp. (But who am I calling a wimp? I run off the deck like a complete idiot if I see one of my owners walking towards me!, and I won't come in at night until it's absolutely too cold for me to stand anymore). Well.... Survival of the fittest.

PAUSE. . . . . I heard something.

I look down. Dusty's sittin there below the computer chair where I'm sitting and he's howling like a dying wolf.

"Hey stupid," I snap. Funny how Ashton's head shoots up from where he was taking a nap. "Not you, Ashton. Moron," I mutter under my breath.

"Gypsie, I need to check my Catster! And I need to see if I have any adoring fans," Dusty licks his paw dramatically.

"Ha! In your dreams," I meow-laugh. "Well whatever. Hold on. You can wait a second, can't ya?"

Fine, well, Dummy here's got his tail in a knot, so I'm gonna let you go. He won't leave me ALONE.

~Gypsie~