When I was here, I wanted to be there; when I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the jungle. I’m here a week now, waiting for a mission, getting softer. Every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute Charlie squats in the bush, he gets stronger.
Here’s my take – – I’m not going back into the house until you guys figure out what’s happening with all the shitty mess downstairs. Not good to have shat where I sleep.
Sharon, both Turkish and Miss Mia Sopaipilla were looking at us post-spill like, “Damn, didn’t anybody teach you guys what the litter box is for?”
Since the apoocalypse they’ve been spending nights upstairs, locked in my office, instead of downstairs in the sewer. Last night I thought I’d give them the run of the upstairs so they could inspect the perimeter from a variety of vantage points. Bad idea. About 4:30 a.m. Mia sounded reveille right outside the bedroom door: “Mrow? Rraow? Eeyow? Rrreow?”
I rose to place her in detention and surprise! She thought it was playtime and dashed into the bedroom, taking up a defensive position under the bed. The Turk’ joined in, and oh, what fun we had, herding cats at dark-thirty. I will never be smart. But you knew that.
We’re down from 2 dogs + 2 cats to just one cat, and our sole survivor has taken to playing the feline version of the theme to F Troop at oh-five-hundred every morning, apparently in the hope of finding some early morning love. Ain’t working, despite her best efforts.
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Here’s my take – – I’m not going back into the house until you guys figure out what’s happening with all the shitty mess downstairs. Not good to have shat where I sleep.
Sharon, both Turkish and Miss Mia Sopaipilla were looking at us post-spill like, “Damn, didn’t anybody teach you guys what the litter box is for?”
Since the apoocalypse they’ve been spending nights upstairs, locked in my office, instead of downstairs in the sewer. Last night I thought I’d give them the run of the upstairs so they could inspect the perimeter from a variety of vantage points. Bad idea. About 4:30 a.m. Mia sounded reveille right outside the bedroom door: “Mrow? Rraow? Eeyow? Rrreow?”
I rose to place her in detention and surprise! She thought it was playtime and dashed into the bedroom, taking up a defensive position under the bed. The Turk’ joined in, and oh, what fun we had, herding cats at dark-thirty. I will never be smart. But you knew that.
We’re down from 2 dogs + 2 cats to just one cat, and our sole survivor has taken to playing the feline version of the theme to F Troop at oh-five-hundred every morning, apparently in the hope of finding some early morning love. Ain’t working, despite her best efforts.
Ashiycalypse Now, more like…
Charlie doesn’t get much USO.
Aww, The Turk is so ‘tweet.