you can't eat that!
7:58 PM Eastern Time
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Back to school
Both of my moms are headed to school these days. My one mom, with the comfy lap, was merely on summer break. My other mom, with the tasty hair, decided to go back to school and learn a new language. Now she is learning to go on about how LA GATA ES MUY LOCA and POR FAVOR NO COMER EL PELO. Some things never change.
I figure it's time for me to go back to school too. I could learn all kinds of interesting things, like horticulture, culinary arts, or cosmetology. It's getting kind of boring just staring at the floors and the walls, day in and day out.
Cats are supposed to be extremely curious, but I prefer to think of myself as a VERY STUDIOUS CREATURE.
I figure it's time for me to go back to school too. I could learn all kinds of interesting things, like horticulture, culinary arts, or cosmetology. It's getting kind of boring just staring at the floors and the walls, day in and day out.
Cats are supposed to be extremely curious, but I prefer to think of myself as a VERY STUDIOUS CREATURE.
Labels: brains
11:54 PM Eastern Time
Sunday, August 06, 2006
The earth moved for me, too
I have not written in a while because my one mom, the one with the tasty hair, has been HURTING. She has had to go get poked and prodded, but she hasn't been playing with me much. My other mom, with the comfy lap, plays with me some, but I am worried about my mom with the tasty hair. I hear her talk sometimes about carpal tunnels, which unfortunately ARE NOT ABOUT FISH. I know this because I have licked her in all the places she hurts, and sampled her hair just for good measure, and none of those spots tasted like fish. I spend a lot of time hanging around my one mom, just to make sure she is okay. When my one mom ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
On Wednesday night last week, we were HOME ALONE. I was keeping a close eye on my mom with the tasty hair. (A half-closed eye, really, but don't tell anyone.) Then, about two hours after my dinner, the house started WIGGLING FROM SIDE TO SIDE! I thought maybe the house was going to pounce on something.
My mom with the tasty hair got all scared and started in with CAT? CAT? WHERE ARE YOU? OH NO! And right as the wiggling stopped, she found me. I'd been right next to her all along.
I think maybe this hurting is getting to her brain.
I am aware that when the house gets all wiggly, one is supposed to assume this type of position:
So that is what I did for the rest of the night, until it was time to tuck my moms into bed and snuggle amidst my one mom's tasty hair--I mean, PROVIDE HER WITH ESSENTIAL LUMBAR SUPPORT.
On Wednesday night last week, we were HOME ALONE. I was keeping a close eye on my mom with the tasty hair. (A half-closed eye, really, but don't tell anyone.) Then, about two hours after my dinner, the house started WIGGLING FROM SIDE TO SIDE! I thought maybe the house was going to pounce on something.
My mom with the tasty hair got all scared and started in with CAT? CAT? WHERE ARE YOU? OH NO! And right as the wiggling stopped, she found me. I'd been right next to her all along.
I think maybe this hurting is getting to her brain.
I am aware that when the house gets all wiggly, one is supposed to assume this type of position:
So that is what I did for the rest of the night, until it was time to tuck my moms into bed and snuggle amidst my one mom's tasty hair--I mean, PROVIDE HER WITH ESSENTIAL LUMBAR SUPPORT.
Labels: trauma
