10 Fun Facts, Part Un.
1) The current Governor of Iowa, whose human name sounds something like Tim Jellyneck, is originally from Pittsburgh. He went to Shadside Academy. F**king Soc.
2) The One Called Elena plays loud music in the car on long trips, either to stay awake or to drown out my plaintive prison ballads. Amazing how I can make a meow sound like a harmonica.
3) It is very difficult to paw the door off of a Deluxe PET COTM Cat Carrier, size medium (10-15 pounds/poids). Not that I didn't try.
3) The stretch of Highway 80 that runs through rural Illinois smells just like what it might if I had crapped in said cat carrier, thus causing T.O.C.E. much internal strife. Haw.
4) I can actually go 36+ hours without either eating or crapping. I am a machine. A robot, nofood, nocrap killing machine from the cat future.
5) Our new place has no stairs and is sunk down into the ground.
6) This means that, when I sit in the windows, I am at grass-level, and can watch all the chipmunks puttering around the yard, their cheeks bulging with booty.
7) I am a chipmunk hawk. Or, perhaps, a chipmunk Hawkeye.
8) The Other One and his Bald Friend were here for a while, back when I was neither eating nor crapping. They dropped a whole bunch of heavy square objects (great for climbing, hiding and chipmunk-hawking) on the floor of the place, then disappeared. Now T.O.C.E. sort of slides them around, taking stuff out of one and putting it in another. Then she stops, lays on the couch and sighs for about 88 minutes. Then she gets up and does it again.
9) Somebody should give T.O.C.E. a job or something. She's around way too much and totally cramping my chipmunk-hawking style.
10) No matter where life takes you, you can always hide under the bed.
2) The One Called Elena plays loud music in the car on long trips, either to stay awake or to drown out my plaintive prison ballads. Amazing how I can make a meow sound like a harmonica.
3) It is very difficult to paw the door off of a Deluxe PET COTM Cat Carrier, size medium (10-15 pounds/poids). Not that I didn't try.
3) The stretch of Highway 80 that runs through rural Illinois smells just like what it might if I had crapped in said cat carrier, thus causing T.O.C.E. much internal strife. Haw.
4) I can actually go 36+ hours without either eating or crapping. I am a machine. A robot, nofood, nocrap killing machine from the cat future.
5) Our new place has no stairs and is sunk down into the ground.
6) This means that, when I sit in the windows, I am at grass-level, and can watch all the chipmunks puttering around the yard, their cheeks bulging with booty.
7) I am a chipmunk hawk. Or, perhaps, a chipmunk Hawkeye.
8) The Other One and his Bald Friend were here for a while, back when I was neither eating nor crapping. They dropped a whole bunch of heavy square objects (great for climbing, hiding and chipmunk-hawking) on the floor of the place, then disappeared. Now T.O.C.E. sort of slides them around, taking stuff out of one and putting it in another. Then she stops, lays on the couch and sighs for about 88 minutes. Then she gets up and does it again.
9) Somebody should give T.O.C.E. a job or something. She's around way too much and totally cramping my chipmunk-hawking style.
10) No matter where life takes you, you can always hide under the bed.
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