darkflavor

i hate cats. they surround me. haunt me. stare at me. ask me question that i dont understand. they climb on me. they head-butt me. i cannot excape them.
ohh, how cats bother me. then i play gnr and they all go away. lol
i remember the black big-haired cat that i bought for tara last year who died this year. that cat was the best cat i have ever had. i will never get a cat that is not from a qualified breeder again. because of the trainability and demeanor of the turkish angora breed makes a world of difference when owning them. however, this cat whose name is Ming Chi is quite the little bastard. he thinks he is all that and more. bastard. yet he was an excellent communicator. it’s astounding really. may he rest in pease. rip ming
worlds of difference i tell you. i picked up a cat outside about eighteen months ago. it was a kitten that was living outside for a few weeks eating grass and crickets… anyway, she would start purring and wake us up……… then, while starring right into our eyes, she would pee all over us on the bed. after five times i had enough. couldn’t train her. she would dig up the rug too. feral bitch. we gave her away.
well, i am bored off my rocker (chair, really).
i am gonna have to admit, i am pretty lonely here. these last three years have left me in isolation.
i’m veryyyyyyy lonely.
all that comforts me these days is the reliable and steady blinking of the cursor.
poor me.. ok, i will talk about something else.
i have stopped collecting stuff. yay!
i have stopped kicking the cats. yay!
i have stopped setting fire to dirty socks. yay!