To Boston
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I'm penetratingly lazy. I am profoundly, nay, morbidly lazy. I am lazy on an Olympic scale. I'm so lazy that couch potatoes look like busy little worker-bees, very monuments of productivity, by comparison.
For those almost as lazy as I ~ subscribe to my news feed and have the fruits of my sloth delivered to your aggregator of choice.
And then take a well-earned break. I know I will.
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Labels: kitty
Labels: kitty
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Labels: kitty
No matter how many times you yell at me, scare me, flick water at me, and generally fling me off any such surface, I will attempt to regain it the moment you let down your guard. Also, places I could not reach by jumping last week, I can easily achieve this week. Na na na na naaah na!
Okay, but then you'll just have to guess what that crashing sound from the living room was. Also, I will test your resolve by chewing on your hair, digging furiously at the bedclothes, and crying pathetically when you finally banish me altogether from the bedroom. To add insult to injury, after I have successfully prevented you from getting a decent night's sleep, I will nap all day long... the better to annoy you the whole night through tonight! Bwahahahaha. My plan for world domination is coming along nicely.
Make me.
Funny, I find that when you fish out that camera I lose all interest in whatever activity it was that was making me so incredibly cute.
Oh yes I shall.
Why on earth would I use the NO LESS THAN THREE SEPARATE SCRATCHING STATIONS YOU HAVE MADE AVAILABE FOR ME when the furniture is so much more ubiquitous and easier to shred?
But I am a descendant of the great cats of the savannah! I prefer watering holes! The toilet reminds me of the place where the zebra gather. And your glass of water on the dining table or night-table is so so SO much more intriguing than my boring ol' water dish. Despite your pitiful efforts to keep it fresh, clean, and pure for my health and well-being.
It is in my nature to bury my prey. Is it my fault that my all-knowing, all-seeing god cannot find the toys where I have hid them? Sometimes I wonder whether I should worship you at all. Although you do provide all food, water, shelter, and toilet facilities, which you do ~ I admit ~ maintain spotlessly.
Remember that whole burying thing? Well, it applies to poop as well as prey. Except I'm a very special kitty and I poop standing up, which creates some logistical challenges. And I like to bury things vigorously, which does ~ I confess ~ frequently cause litter to be scattered widely in all directions. But hey, that's why you bought that horribly loud DustBuster, right?
What, the purring and the face-licking and the chirping and the being cute and lap-friendly aren't working for ya? What more can a kitty do?
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Labels: kitty