This blog is about my cat.
Furboy is an extraordinary
cat, and by that I mean overweight. He weighs in at about 18 pounds,
half of that his white plume of fur. His tail is that of a raccoon's
and his personality of a dog. And his brains.
He absolutely refuses to hold
himself up when you pet him, and even if you're legs are open and
you're sitting in a chair, he still flops over and promptly onto the
floor. Then he looks at you as if it were your responsibility to catch
him.
He has "bedroom eyes" and when
these are employed, you have no choice but to go to him and pet him
while talking to him with your teeth clenched utter things like: "Oh,
you're so cute! Oh yes you are, oh yes you are" while your voice gets
progressively higher in pitch.
His idea of a subtle hint is rubbing his head on the sharp corner of the desk at which you are sitting and meowing. a LOT.
He's a bedhog, and no matter which position it is you are sleeping in, he makes it absolutely impossible to move your legs.
Anything you own is instantly covered in fur the moment you pick him up, and yet you pick him up.
Still, for all that, I'm
convinced he's the best cat in the world. I've never heard him hiss,
but when faced with an enemy, he'll go up and lick it. His purr is
carely audible, but you can feel it when he does.
In short, Furboy P. Barnsworth, I think you're simply grand.
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The top two wisdom teeth are out. They didn't put me under, just gave me 8 shots of novacaine and no pills. The roots tearing is the worst sound in the world. I don't want to have to get the bottoms out. Ever. I'm still bleeding a bit. I bled so much yesterday, I did a cool little death scene and had the blood spill out of my mouth. It was totally cool. Anyways, Ibuprofen and ice pack. Peace, yo.
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I DON'T WANT TO GO TO WORK.
That said, today was pretty good. Since it was so gorgeous outside, we decided to have a picnic. We bought a pepperoni pizza from the inside lunch thing, Catherine made turkey and mayonnaise sandwiches on oat bread and brought Cherry Coke, Katie brought navel oranges, orange soda, grapes the size of my big toe, and M&M'S (a must at all of our various gatherings), and we had fun. We plopped down in the middle of one of OC's numerous and beautiful lawns. So, we sat, ate, laughed, and talked and in the middle of this, two guys came. One had a camera, the other a notebook and they told us that they were doing an article for the school paper and that they needed pictures, names, and catch phrases. Alex C. spent the whole time trying to figure out what a catchphrase was, and in the end, only Katie had a catchphrase. It was really funny. Anyway I have to go to work now, so I'll see you all cats later.
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Ummm... next time I'm sick, I'm calling in. There is nothing worse than having to smile and work hard when you're sick. I just wanted to punch people. I messed up twice, too. Whatev. Can't help it sometimes. Well, I'm going to go to bed in the hopes of getting up tomorrow for school. Nothing worse than missing theory. You miss, you fall back a week, trying to understand everything. Bah. Bye.
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Haha. Thanks Bethany... really though, I didn't fall asleep until two because I was laying there and couldn't stop coughing. I think this is just bronchitis or a really bad cold, so I don't think I really need to go to the doctor, but I hope I feel better soon... yuck. Anyways, enough complaining for now... talk to you all when I have something interesting to tell you.
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Man... I was coughing all day yesterday... literally. Now my diaphragm hurts like a mother. Went to see Man On Fire (for Denzel Washington of course) for mother's day yesterday, took out my mom and Joy for lunch and a movie. I had a lot of fun. Really, that's about it for now, so I'll be seeing you all later, yo.
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