Thursday, April 28, 2005 What do you mean, "Nobody cares about the cat?"
Times are good: that's the baseline. I like my house and my housemates, and I like my dumb job. Things got better last week, and I forsee a general upward trend. Loose lips and all, but I am glad I went to that fateful happy hour.
In the meantime, in the unrelated subject time, let's talk about a cat.
A few months back, we got this little cat (are you dead of boredom yet? David is one of the few who can pull off an online pet story that's moving or fun, and there are days when I fear I am not.), so we got this cat, and I used to know it, and I remembered it having a better personality where it used to live. Now about the only time its old friendly ways resurface is when it gets fed. Every morning it pre-follows me down the stairs, howling quietly. It rubs against my legs in the kitchen. It bites my feet.
Then I feed it, sometimes knowing that I am giving it its second breakfast, because it is the most endearing little thing you've ever seen when it's hungry.
I should probably call the cat "he" rather than it. I guess "it" is creepy. Tough habit to break, though.
Anyway, today my housemates and decided to starve him down to one meal a day, because he's much cuter when he's hungrry, and he looks like he's swallowed a bowling ball because right now, we feed him all the time. posted by Frenz | 4/28/2005 10:53:00 PM
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