October 27, 2002 :: 1:16 p.m.
unprecedented yayness
Dude! Rufus is back! He's been locked in the shed... poor little kitty. I guess my mom was in the shed last week sometime, and he went inside without anyone seeing him, and she locked it up. Today is one of the only nice days we've had in weeks, so my dad was sitting out on the porch, and he heard a little meow. Now, we've got lots of cats - meows are abundant. But eventually he checked in the shed, and out popped Rufus, ravenously hungry but otherwise okay. He ate two cans of wet cat food, half a bowl of dry food (and their dry food is in a very large bowl), and about half a cup of cream. Now, I'm told, he's outside romping around, chasing bugs, being his perky little self.
Weeeeee! Aww, I am so unbelievable relieved. You have no idea. I want to run home right now and scoop him up and kiss him until he gets pissed and bites my nose. But alas, homework calls. Lots of it, unfortunately. There's a birthday party for one of my nephews tonight, and I was going to try and go, but I don't think it's going to happen. Damn papers. If you can ever write yourselves, what the hell are you good for? Feh.
My desk is so dirty. Well, perhaps cluttered would be a more appropriate term. There are three books, my wallet, my pill pack, my glasses, two hair ties, two sets of keys, my student I.D., a nearly-empty bottle of water, a completely empty iced tea bottle, a large bottle of multi-vitamins, a washcloth, countless papers, chapstick, index cards, a bottle of silver nail polish, a paper bag, a swan feather, an empty cookie tin, two CD cases, the Neverwinter Nights box, a pencil cup, a desk lamp, a set of speakers, a pair of enormous headphones, a keyboard, a mouse, a mousepad, and a 17-inch monitor on my little standard-issue dorm desk. (Houston? We have a pack rat.) And that's just what I can see without moving stuff around! Jesus. No wonder I can never find anything.
Anyway, I should really get down and dirty with the paper writing. Woo. I just wanted to make it known that my Rufus kitty is back home where he belongs, and that he will indeed live to bite and be cute another day. That's the best news I've heard in a long, long time. Good timing, too, because well... things sort of suck right now, as you know if you read the last entry. Mer.
BUT. Viva la Rufus!
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