Well, the continuing saga of the World's Stupidest Cats continues. Socrates, for some reason, recently decided to take a dump, right by my desk. This was bad enough, but he's starting to do it every night...and yesterday, with me sitting right here, he calmly walked over, under my chair, and just shat away. I swear, I could have killed him! This led to Di getting a little upset, worried that I'd snap and finally kick the furry bastard out, but I calmed her down and assured her that I wasn't going there, but that I was going to discipline him and teach him that this was ungroovy.
Little fucker...I wouldn't be quite this mad about it, but this desk is where I spend 90% of my time. this is where I work, this is where I relax, this is where I escape to...this is, in a very real sense, my world. I don't feel like my world smelling like catshit, just because some moronic feline is too lazy to go to his catbox.
Little fucker...I wouldn't be quite this mad about it, but this desk is where I spend 90% of my time. this is where I work, this is where I relax, this is where I escape to...this is, in a very real sense, my world. I don't feel like my world smelling like catshit, just because some moronic feline is too lazy to go to his catbox.
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