Did I mention that Maura has made herself at home?
Like all cats in the house, Maura adores hanging out on my desk. She jumped up yesterday to do so, and found that her favorite bed was occupied by those little whippersnappers. So she patiently waited.
Eventually, they went off to play, and Maura claimed the bed for herself. But then she fell asleep and when she woke up, she saw a most distressing sight.
“Are there hate rays boring into the back of my head, or am I just imagining that searing pain?”
Corbett finally gave up and went off to find a more hospitable environment, and like a big lump of bread dough, Maura managed to somehow expand to fill the space available to her.
And then she cackled evilly.
One thing I like to do, because I’m evil, is to wait until all the Bookworms are sound asleep in the computer room. Then I go to the other end of the house, lay on the couch, and call “Where’s my itty bitties?!”
(When I’m calling them, I call them my itty bitties, obviously. I don’t know why or where it came from, but it works to get them moving in my direction.)
This time around, I got three itty bitties and one big ol’ Portly Poo.
(Please note, my moviemaking skills are not All That.)
Elwood in a box! “Who, me? In a box? Never!”
Previously
2009: It works really well when the mother chicken isn’t a flighty little bitch who is STUPIDER THAN THE STUPIDEST CHICKEN EVER KNOWN IN ALL OF HISTORY.
2008: And Mister Boogers lives to het again.
2007: No entry.
2006: I love my cats, but sometimes I really HATE MY FUCKING CATS too.
2005: KIND OF LIKE HERPES.
2004: The mind boggles, does it not?
2003: Sam’s! Whoo!
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Ah, the intrigues of 11 year old girls…