| | Fuck Livejournal. It really sucks. I tried it, and I like Xanga better. Not that I really... write all that often. But that will change. This stupid journal thing for 212 is making me write more, and I will keep doing it, dammit. My cat is staring at me right now. It’s actually kind of disturbing… She can stare at me for minutes at a time without blinking. When the room is dark, her eyes glow, catching faint light from the bathroom, and she looks evil. Therefore one of her many nicknames is Demon Cat. She doesn’t actually have a name. Well, officially her name is Isis, but I think the only time she is ever addressed as such is when we take her to the vet, who required that we provide a name on her folder when we first brought her there. And so, although she is most often addressed as “You little shit!” (although “Fuckface” and “Shitface” are common as well), we were forced to give her another name, as vulgarity would probably not be appreciated by Dr. Nunnery. (Completely off-topic, I think her name is hilarious. Dr. Nunnery, not Fuckface. Fuckface is just a freak.) Yeah, you hear that? You’re a freak. A disturbing, possessed little freak. I informed her of this. She responded by continuing her staring. I don’t think she really cares all that much what I call her, as long as I feed her once a day. Speaking of days, hers are quite boring. Or at least, I think they’re boring. She, on the other hand, gets very upset if her schedule is interrupted. On an average day, Kitty wakes up around… five o’clock. In the morning. Because that, of course, is when the birdies outside awake and proceed to chirp. Loudly. Now, Kitty has a rather hateful relationship with said birdies. They enjoy landing on our patio or windowsill, hopping around and making lots of noise because they know quite well that the cat can’t get them through the glass, not for lack of effort on her part. After pawing at the window for a while (and making more noise with the blinds while she’s at it), Kitty jumps onto my bed and curls up on my feet so that I can’t move them. Kitty likes feet. She pounces on them, bats at them with her paws, and tries to bite them. Of course, when she’s sleeping on them, they are not allowed to move, or she will become grumpy and start hissing. Then, of course, it is breakfast time. What follows is a combination of running around the apartment like a maniac, licking her paws (and other unmentionable places) and sleeping. Of course, she must get all of her sleeping done during the day, because she absolutely has to be rested for the night, when she runs around the bedroom like a cat on crack and knocks over everything in sight, making sure that my roommate and I get no sleep whatsoever. But God forbid the humans try to go to bed later than they are supposed to. Kitty will come over and start rubbing at our legs. Then, when that tactic is unsuccessful, she will proceed to move to the bedroom door (with frequent glances back to ensure that our attention is on her), whereupon she will start meowing. Loudly. Lastly, if the former techniques don’t work, she comes over in front of us and lies down. Here I am, guys! Lying down! Like you’re supposed to be doing, in your beds, so I can run around like a crazy cat! Hey, you guys, you’re stupid! It’s bedtime already, geez! |
