Sue brought this cat home this week. It's Bermese, supposedly pure blood. Whatever. She told me some insane guy came in the doggie day care where she works saying God told him that they (meaning the people who work at/own) the doggie day care would take care of his cat for him whilst he was off on some odd quest. This story had bizarre twists and turns in it, but the end result is, there is another cat living in my home.
Now this cat is actually kind of sweet. She pretty much stays to herself, occasionally coming to rest in your face right on the keyboard as you type. Other than that, she doesn't have too many vices so far. Her one great joy in life is watching the toilet flush. Which makes me question her intelligence actually.
Just now I decided to be mean to her. She likes to follow you into the bathroom and wait for you to finish your business and then get up and flush. When I finished using the euphamism moments ago, I remained on the seat as I flushed. What a big disappointment this was to her. I felt a certain sadistic glee in that. It's no fault of hers that she has ended up in my abode, but then on the other hand, I don't have to indulge her curiosity at watching toilet paper and water go round and round in circles either.
She is sweet though. I can't let her in my room despite her sweetness. Of all the cats, she is the only one who seems to notice I have a live rodent in a cage in my room. Now I actually love this rodent (Guinia Pig, tan, black and white fellow by the name of Albus Dumbledore). He's my little buddy (maybe I should have named him Gilligan, eyi, eyi Skipper). I actually spend time talking with him and giving him special treats. I think it would really piss me off if this sweet cat killed my Albie boy. And I would hate to hate this cat for doing something that apparently comes very natural to her.
She just came up to me now and jumped up on my chair. Her paws were wet. I am hoping it's not from playing in the toilet. Possibly some feline form of retribution for being forced to miss the flush (calm down sweetie, there are millions more where that one came from).
It's bedtime for Bonzo now. I shall dream of things not seen, nor experienced yet. I shall dream of money, because I need it big time. Send me a money angel. Right now. Right now. (now that song is going to be stuck in my head until I pass out)
And before I sleep, I shall send angels to all I whom I love.
Night all.....
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