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Saturday, September 15, 2001
SHE'S HOME!
Pawed by Otto at 6:02 PM.  [Link] [Babble
Sunday, September 09, 2001
Sure, just make everyone in the house a ham and cheese omelet and forget all about me, why don't you?!
Pawed by Otto at 3:15 PM.  [Link] [Babble
Friday, September 07, 2001
My balloon is dead. Every three weeks or so, the humans buy me a helium balloon with a nice long piece of ribbon attached to it. I carry the balloon about the house by its ribbon, I chase the balloon, the balloon attacks me, sometimes the balloon even follows me around. Now, the balloon is dead and no one will buy me another. I've been waiting for three days for a new balloon, and nothing. Apparently, I will wait in vain, balloonless. I want a new balloon! Do you hear me, people? I WANT A NEW BALLOON AND I WANT IT NOW!
Pawed by Otto at 9:48 AM.  [Link] [Babble
Wednesday, September 05, 2001
She cuddled with me yesterday after her trip. A storm set in, one with howling winds and driving rain, and she scooped me up and took me upstairs. We snuggled for a bit, listening to the rain beat down upon the roof. Then she had to go and ruin the whole moment by mentioning him. "He has two cats, Otto. Imagine that, a man who likes cats." Yes, and the point is? What is there not to like about felines, anyhow? "Ott, he has the bluest eyes," and "Ott, he has the nicest smile." It was positively disgusting, I tell you. I don't care how blue his eyes are or how great his smile; I don't even care that he likes cats. I -- yes, I -- am to be worshipped and adored, not some man from a state thousands of miles away. I do not like him and I do not like her talking about him as if he were some walking miracle. No, I do not like any of this. Not one bit.
Pawed by Otto at 5:00 PM.  [Link] [Babble
Monday, September 03, 2001
She comes home from a four day trip and does she care that I've been waiting all day for her, curled up at the foot of her cold bed? No. Instead, she comes home jabbering about Mr. LA Man with the "dreamy blue eyes and bright, wide smile." I already don't like him.
Pawed by Otto at 8:44 PM.  [Link] [Babble
Thursday, August 30, 2001

Can't a cat sleep in peace? Sheesh!


Pawed by Otto at 12:05 PM.  [Link] [Babble



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