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[siannan]

Bah, now it's really pissing down rain and I'm hoping it lets up enough for us to go to Brooklyn at some point this weekend for the crafter faire.

Who wants to come with? HEY BONNIE?

J. is bringing home pizza because I don't wanna cook, he don't wanna cook, and I want something hot and junky that doesn't involve a fry-o-lator. For some ungodly reason they stopped selling grape soda at the preferred local parlor. What the hell is that? Pizza and grape soda are inextricable.

Moofey gets more Pig-Pen-ish by the day. I brush him and make him so sleek and gorgeous and then he leaves the room and comes back covered in various moofish moofball lint and furf and great flakes of cat dandruff and then he commences rolling about on something clean. MOOFEY IS WHY I CANNOT HAVE NICE THINGS.

I asked the vet about his dandruff. "Is it a sign of anything?" "Only that he's a big dirty hippopotamus." Moofey scares the vets at the practice. They look at him and think he's fat, then they feel him and they get freaked out because it's not lard, it's muscle. If Michael Clarke Duncan's version of the Kingpin was a cat, it would be Moofey, but with Slingblade Carl's brain. *mmm hmmm*.

Comments

[bonnie-rocks.livejournal.com]

O_O I WANNA GO!! Dammit..my entire weekend is filled with crap :( I won't be able to go at all :'(

Dammit dammit DAMMIT!

~*::Meow::*~

[oddharmonic.livejournal.com]

The more you write about Moofey, the more I am convinced he is a doppelganger of my beloved Maxwell Bubby-Cat. If he's a brown tabby I will be totally convinced, but if not they can be like spiritual twins or something.

Squeaky, on the other hand, is just fat. My sister met him yesterday and said "your cat is morbidly obese." He heard "cat" and ran over to love up on her.