Saturday, January 20, 2007
My Kingdom For Sleep!
So...you all remember that cute, adorable, no bigger than a Coke can, abandoned kitten I rescued from underneath a car back in May?
The one who I threaten, daily that I’m booting her out tomorrow, to pack her things, no more freeloading, hit the streets, I’ve had enough, she’s on her own, wall climbing, furniture jumping, galloping freak? The one who likes to jump from the coffee table to the back of my desk chair causing it to twirl her around and around? The one who, when I think I can’t take her anymore comes up to me and gets all cuddly and nuzzly with me? The one who follows me all over the house?
That one?
Yah. Well, I am getting a fat, tax refund and the first thing I’m doing is getting her FIXED! Seems the little tyrant has just hit puberty. Oh the joy of the sleepless nights, the shattered silence, the passing of peace and quiet. She’s going under the knife as soon as possible.
And then? I’m booting her out tomorrow. She needs to pack her things! No more freeloading! She needs to hit the streets! She’s on her own! I’ve had enough! Punk!
