Mr. Nasty Pants
On one hand, I am totally psyched for my big trip to Finland coming up. On the other hand, it's hot out and I don't like it. After a few months of being in a great mood, this week I'm grouchy and irritable and I hate hate hate everything.
And then it just occurred to me that this is the week the cat left after being here for a few months. Oh.
I haven't even thought about Rent-a-cat since the day he went to his new home, except for thoughts like, "I'm sure glad I can keep the window open on this hot day since the cat won't jump out of it now," so it's not like I'm walking around weeping. But could the cat be an anger-management device? Now that is sad.
And then it just occurred to me that this is the week the cat left after being here for a few months. Oh.
I haven't even thought about Rent-a-cat since the day he went to his new home, except for thoughts like, "I'm sure glad I can keep the window open on this hot day since the cat won't jump out of it now," so it's not like I'm walking around weeping. But could the cat be an anger-management device? Now that is sad.
Labels: misanthropy, rent-a-cat
1 Comments:
At 3:48 PM, nipples said…
OMG you are such a LIAR. LIAR LIAR LIAR. You LOVED that damn cat. STOP LYING, Mr. Softy Pants, and go to the SPCA and get yourself a cuddle monkey. Please???
BTW, I'm still going insane at my mom's house. When the nightmare is over, I will come to your house with my 2 kitties and rub them all over your naked body. AND YOU WILL LOVE IT.
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