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Dec. 29th, 2010 07:51 am( Русский язык )
Look at your cat. Now back to me. Now back to your cat. Now back to me.
Sadly, he's not me. But he could be if you got up at 6 in the morning every morning and fed him piles of stinky wet cat food.
Look down. Back up. Where are you? You're in the kitchen feeding the cat where you damn well should be.
Look down. What's in your hand? It's that pillow you were sleeping on. Look again. The pillow is now cat food!
Anything is possible when you feed your cat like he's a small pony instead of like he's your cute little pet cat.
I'm on your head.
So, that was my morning. Thanks for that, Mikey. I woke up with a tabby and white cat face about two inches from mine. And a very heavy weight on my shoulder and side, since that's where he was sleeping. Did I mention he's 18 pounds? Because he is.
At least I got to bed early and got a decent amount of sleep. And then proceeded to wake up, exercise, and gorge myself on Babylon 5 while I did my Russian because Bruce Boxleitner is my celebrity crush and remains absolutely cute and adorable and squishable and lovable. I hope he comes to Dragon Con again this year so I can squish him and love him and hug him. And Peter Jurasik. Because he's just hilarious. My DEAR MEEEEEEESTER GARIBADLI!
I have no idea if there's Human Target tonight or not, but I kind of want there to be. Other than that... mmph. Post Christmas slump at work. Bringing my stuff with me to work on. And my knitting in case I get stuck out front. And I need to figure out what else I'm working on. Yawn. And make my brain wake up, the rest of me is ready to go but the brain isn't quite there yet.
Look at your cat. Now back to me. Now back to your cat. Now back to me.
Sadly, he's not me. But he could be if you got up at 6 in the morning every morning and fed him piles of stinky wet cat food.
Look down. Back up. Where are you? You're in the kitchen feeding the cat where you damn well should be.
Look down. What's in your hand? It's that pillow you were sleeping on. Look again. The pillow is now cat food!
Anything is possible when you feed your cat like he's a small pony instead of like he's your cute little pet cat.
I'm on your head.
So, that was my morning. Thanks for that, Mikey. I woke up with a tabby and white cat face about two inches from mine. And a very heavy weight on my shoulder and side, since that's where he was sleeping. Did I mention he's 18 pounds? Because he is.
At least I got to bed early and got a decent amount of sleep. And then proceeded to wake up, exercise, and gorge myself on Babylon 5 while I did my Russian because Bruce Boxleitner is my celebrity crush and remains absolutely cute and adorable and squishable and lovable. I hope he comes to Dragon Con again this year so I can squish him and love him and hug him. And Peter Jurasik. Because he's just hilarious. My DEAR MEEEEEEESTER GARIBADLI!
I have no idea if there's Human Target tonight or not, but I kind of want there to be. Other than that... mmph. Post Christmas slump at work. Bringing my stuff with me to work on. And my knitting in case I get stuck out front. And I need to figure out what else I'm working on. Yawn. And make my brain wake up, the rest of me is ready to go but the brain isn't quite there yet.
