March 22, 2004

Kill the ca-at! Kill the ca-a-at!

I am going to beat Kali within inches of her life.
Not really but she is pissing me off.
Pet me pet me pet me!
All damn day.
I have to lock the bathroom door now because she has figured out how to open it and then proceed to lay down between my feet while I pee.
Fun.
Not.
She follows me around and mews if I look at her.
'Why aren't you petting me? Hello? I know you see me down here rubbing up against your legs and causing you to trip. Hello?'
She sits directly under my chair so when I drop my legs down from the foot stool, there she is and I almost fall trying to stand up.
I try to take a shower and there she is pawing at the curtain.
I try to cook, do dishes, clean something, anything, and there she is.
'Hello! Hey! Lady! Pet Meeeeeeeeeeeee!'
She tripped me coming out of the bathroom just now and now I have a broken middle finger nail.
I banged it on the wall trying not to fall.
These are my frigging nails.
Mine!
I grew them.
All the rest of my nails are nice and long and perfectly shaped and now, the middle finger of my right hand looks like I'm trying to make a statement.
What that statement is, I don't really know but it looks like I'm trying to be all ready to flip off everyone in a very un-lady like way.
I mean, I do flip people off all the time very un-lady like but now it just looks like I'm planning it.
It's short.
Damn you Kali!!