Nothing to see here, move along.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Friday, April 13, 2012
A great start to the day...
Normally I either have a hairball OR catgrass-induced vomit. This morning I did both at once! It made a spectacular mess. I crouched on the edge of Rebecca's desk so as to get better range. Luckily for her, I've developed the helpful habit of producing a series of piercing howls as a warning before it begins.
I immediately trotted over to my food dish when I was done to make up for the loss.
I immediately trotted over to my food dish when I was done to make up for the loss.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Day of the OVEN
Dear Diary,
The enigma of the oven persists to this day. Why, only earlier this evening I was questing the depths of the shadow under the oven whilst my humans carelessly went about their day, oblivious to the potential danger that could be lurking under the human cooking device. I'm not sure exactly what is lurking in the shadows, but whenever it comes out I shall be waiting for it, with my deadly hunting prowess.
Until we meet again, diary.
-G
The enigma of the oven persists to this day. Why, only earlier this evening I was questing the depths of the shadow under the oven whilst my humans carelessly went about their day, oblivious to the potential danger that could be lurking under the human cooking device. I'm not sure exactly what is lurking in the shadows, but whenever it comes out I shall be waiting for it, with my deadly hunting prowess.
Until we meet again, diary.
-G
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