You know, I feel a liittle psycho about this, but I've been cat sitting for a week now, and I'm starting to really hate that fucking goddamn cat. I come home, the kitchen is all askew from where she was climbing on the fridge and knocked a tray onto my tea set that my girlfriends made for my birthday. (She's lucky it didn't break anything, or else she would be little more than a pile of fur at this point.) And then she wants me to love on her. But her idea of loving is that I pet her and she crawls on me with her claws and occassionally pulls herself up by my skin. It's not fun.
Logically, I'm pretty sure that this is just a cat thing and none of it is specifically designed to make me want to punch her in the face. But nonetheless, the punching desire is there. Oh yes. It's there.
Logically, I'm pretty sure that this is just a cat thing and none of it is specifically designed to make me want to punch her in the face. But nonetheless, the punching desire is there. Oh yes. It's there.
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Daniel
(If you or anyone you knows gets tattooed in Larimer county please read my December 25th entry.)