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 March 26, 2001 Monday It happened on the floor this morning in the hall. I swear all the cats must have lined up or something because there it was. Three hairballs in a row, one from each cat. How do I know that? Because one was white, one was grey, and one was orange. Guess what color the cats are. Of course it was the first day of a new job and I'd overslept only to step outside the door to my room and right onto a hairball. I swear pets plan these things. ‹cat› "He's all preoccupied about this new job and not paying attention to us! We must remind him that we exist! ::blurp:: ‹/cat› So I was mean and made them wait until after I'd cleaned up the hairballs and put on coffee and had my shower and poured myself a cup of coffee, before finally feeding them. Well... I suppose I wasn't that bad. I mean it's not like I made them wait until after I'd had my own breakfast or anything. Joey, the white cat, was waiting by the door as I was leaving. I leaned over and picked him up, rubbing his head and letting him know that all was forgiven. He returned my forgiveness by covering my dark blue shirt with white fur. Cats! You can't live with them and they squirm too much to make decent rugs. |
