I had a three-day weekend, and it has been full of productivity and adventure (not sarcasm!). Between scenic hikes and finally crossing a few items off the ol’ to-do list, though, there’s been some down time. Down time that I’ve spent with my orange, fuzzy roommate:
When he’s not hiding from people, this sumbitch is one hell of a Chatty Cathy. Seriously, he won’t shut up. I’ve taken to responding to him like a
crazy COMPLETELY SANE person would.
Julie: No! Tortilla chips aren’t for kitty cats!
Julie: Yes, the vacuuming is over. It’s safe to come out.
Julie: IT’S 4 AM. IT IS NOT WAKEY TIME. IT IS SLEEPY TIME. GO AWAY.
Julie: Oh, I’m sorry. I had to move your mouse while I vacuumed. Here it is.
Julie: Where’s my itty bitty kitty?