Wednesday, August 06, 2008

I am living... with four cats... four... one, two, three, four... four cats. Spock, Quentin, Raptor, and Calypso. They are not all mine. Calypso might be pregnant. They all sleep in my bed. I love them, but.... there are four of them. They meow incessantly. They scratch at my arms and face. They pounce on me in my sleep. One of them is sitting on my back. One of them is tearing through my closet. One of them is in a box. One of them is on my dresser. There are four cats... four cats... I am a dog person, living in a state of cataclysm. My sanity is wearing thin. Survival is a distant notion. May God have mercy on my soul...

Om nom nom.


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