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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
My inter-species snuggle is no business of yours. You’re so closed minded.
Rang in my 5th b-day with a quiet night on the couch. Before you judge, tell me what kind of crazy rave you went to on your 5th b-day.
You wouldn’t believe what it costs to buy cardboard in Palo Alto. I’m a cardboard renter in this frothy market. All I want is a 1-bedroom, 4 square-foot home, but I’m afraid the recent and upcoming tech IPOs may price me out.
I’m not proud of the way I acted when you woke me up from my nap. Things were said. Arms were scratched. I think we both learned some valuable lessons.
Young man, the single most important lesson I can impart on you as a roommate… is sharing.
You’re welcome to all (if any) of my wet or dry food that I don’t immediately finish, and I may occasionally join you for some sweet potato puffs and pleasant conversation.
I hear that you spend your time at school napping, snacking, & causing trouble… Mind if I tag along?
Confession: When I want food, and can’t get my roommates’ attention, sometimes I turn to interpretive dance.
Pre-Oscars melancholy: I love the red aspect of the red carpet, but… how many years do I have to wait for a cat to be nominated?
I mean, is the academy not even aware of the risks I took in Brokecat Putnam?
Today I remembered my 6 favorite words:
“What can Brown do for you?”
The baby came with all these funny gadgets… for instance, this new drinking water warmer (a little odd, since the kid only drinks milk), that we keep near the sink.
It’s just what I want, though, on a cool winter evening.
CAN’T believe it took me 6 months to discover “stroller napping.” Next I’ll try “changing table pooping” to see if that’s worth the hype too (think they’d let me scatter some litter up there?)
Today, I decided to blow off my meetings and to-do’s, curl up on the couch, and just take a big swim in Lake Furio.
There’s domesticated, and then there’s expensive-taste-in-cardboard domesticated.
My old buddies from the MSPCA would so kick my ass if they ever saw this.
For the record, the only time I ever saw a mouse, I took care of business.
The new roommate gets much more elaborate toys, but none of them smell anything like ‘nip. Why would he bounce around in that thing if it won’t get him high?
First you give me vertigo with your weird camera angle, then your retina-burning, supernova flash melts my brain: THAT’S why I’m not smiling.
But let’s do another, in case I blinked.
