It is ABOUT GODDAMN TIME Elizabeth Edwards left that fucking douchebag.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
I gots stuff to do, so in lieu of a real entry, I’m clearing out another folder I discovered in my /tmp folder. I named this one “Let me in/ let me out”, so guess what it’s about.
I think all the pictures are from last March, judging by the date stamp on them. And there’s a special appearance by da Boog!
Anyway, here you go:
Let me OUT
“I am in, and Newt is out. Therefore, I want out.”
“IN, PLEASE.”
“HELLO HI IN IN IN DID I MENTION IN?”
“Um. Did I say ‘in’? I meant OUT.”
“I SAID OUT, PLEASE. If you don’t let me out, I will take this drill and I will DRILL YOUR BRAIN until you let me OUT.”
Newt’s all “In, out, whatever.”
“Hi.”
“Boogie, let me in.”
“BOOGIE. Stop teasing. Let me IN, so I can hiss at you and box your ears!”
“Well, shit. How’d I end up in here?”
(Please note that there IS a cat door in the back door, leading into the back yard. And she and Newt know PERFECTLY well how to use it, but they much prefer to make us let them in and out ALL FUCKING DAY LONG.)
The brudders, snuggling on the chair in the kitten room. The last few days, Steely Dan’s been wandering around the house for most of the morning, then asking to be let into the foster room with Fagen around 1:00 or so. He spends a few hours in there (usually Jake and Elwood go in there, too), and then comes back out when Fred goes up to check on them at 3:30, when he gets home from work. After dinner, we throw the foster room open, and Fagen is allowed to wander around the house for a few hours. The first night, Fagen was extremely skittish. Last night, I was laying on the couch reading a magazine, and he jumped up on me and asked to be petted. Definite progress!
Dan and Jake & Elwood love hanging out in the foster room for the afternoon because the sun shines through the windows, and it gets nice and warm in there. They snooze in the sun and could not look any happier.
Fagen and Elwood (Elwood’s got a complaint!)
It’s tiring work, carrying around all this fluff!
“Hellew.”
Previously
2009: Today marks a year since Spot died. And yesterday marked four five years since Tubby died.
2008: Yes, he is a good dog. No, we’re still not keeping him.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Yesterday marked one year since Tubby died.
2004: Tubby is dead.
2003: No entry.
2002: Signs of spring.
2001: No entry.
2000: Some work day, huh?