10:40 local time. The cats are pissed; they've been locked in our walk-in closet since 8.
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2005.05.05
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Oh dear. Fuckers indeed! I don't feel bad for your cats, though; they deserve to be locked in a closet. No wait, that's my cats. Sorry.
You know, while you wait for the fuckers to show, you can always write another turd poem...
Posted by: kalki | 2005.05.05 at 11:17 AM
Sorry it's so WRONG. Hopefully all will start going right, soon.
Posted by: Susie | 2005.05.05 at 12:19 PM
Poor cats will get a big surprise when they come out - NO FURNITURE!
Posted by: krankipantzen | 2005.05.05 at 01:31 PM
kalki, Susie and kranki - girlfriends - indeed this sucks and the cats do deserve to be locked in the fucking closet and may be spending the weekend in there. Iggy likes to paw -- I think this is her annoyance at lack of access since she can't get into the boxes -- and Slava likes to chew on tape. Fuckers woke me up at 5:30 and I couldn't get back to sleep.
Posted by: mrtl | 2005.05.06 at 07:05 AM