I could be out hiking now, but I can't remember where I left my eyeballs. Maybe the cat took them again. I should ask.
I just broke my pen. So what am I going to poke the cat with now? #DoNotTryUsingYourNose
I spotted a cat today. It took nearly half an hour. Next time I'll bring a bigger brush and probably wear gloves. (I'm allergic to scratches.)
I was determined that today was the day that I'd make one of those quantum leaps — you know, squishy green caterpillar morphing into an iron-melting howling dragon, but I tripped trying to jump over a chair and fell on the floor. Think I chipped a tooth as well. No sympathy from the cat at all. None.
I woke up today to find tank tread marks running across the living room. I guess these new ear plugs are the real deal, and it looks like the cat has found some amusement to fill the long quiet nighttime hours.
If I were a cat, I wouldn't be writing this. And neither would anyone else, which brings us back to no one reading this. But on the other hand I never have to share my toys.
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Me? I keep trying. Why? I wonder.
