March 02, 2004 :: 12:53 a.m.
cats are people, too (and just as annoying)
I am seriously contemplating throwing Rufus across the room. Good LORD, but he can be annoying. Cute as all hell, but SO annoying. He gets into these moods at night where he'll come over to me and meow to be pet, and then bite me when I try. And he's constantly trying to get into everything, especially plastic bags. Which I happen to have plenty of in my bedroom. He tried to get up on the very over-crowded shelf under my desk, into the various bags of craft junk that are laying around, into my art stuff. That's the one that REALLY pisses me off. The little bastard just tramps all over my drawings, wrinkling the paper and trying to lay on then. He especially likes the charcoal ones, because then he can smudge the hell out of them and leave little black paw prints in his wake. It's like his big, flaming "Z."
GAH. Stupid cat. And yet I cannot resist his plaintive meowing or his shaggy stuffed animal cuteness. Or the tinkling of the little bell on his collar. He must certainly be in league with the devil, for lo, I still want to lavish him with affection even though he is, as I write this, TRYING TO KILL MY MONKEY SLIPPER.
Oh good, he's stopped. Rufus has obviously been hit by the reality of the situation, which is that the monkey slipper could kick his furry little butt six ways from Sunday without blinking a black plastic eye. Now the two are just staring at each other, with Rufus occasionally turning his attention to his fascinating shadow or something interesting embedded in the carpet.
Cats: far more mystifying than the opposite sex.
Anyway, I'm off to bed. Perhaps not to sleep, but very much to bed. There may be reading, or sketching, or a repeat viewing of "Smile Time" (Angel's puppet episode, for those not in the know). Either way, it will happen in bed. Because I slept pretty crappily last night, and as such have been even more lethargic than usual all day. Which is really a very frightening concept if you know me at all. Eep.
I leave you with this image of my scary blank eyes. I've been told more than once that the whites of my eyes are freakishly white. Now the world can decide for itself. Also, Adam hates it when I do this. Hee! And check out the monster bags. They NEVER. GO. AWAY.
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