AN: Just to note, I doubt I'll be updating this too often. It's just really a little to-the-side thing of nonsense and a bit of a one-shot. It doesn't really even have a plot yet ... I suppose I need to think of one. If you have any ideas, feel free to e-mail me with them (see my profile).

Please review!

Sunday, July 20th

11:12 AM

Sleep is good, very good ... though waking up is never splendid. I suppose I could go back to sleep ... because cats can do things like that, you know. Eat or sleep ... eat or sleep ... eat or sleep ... because that is the question.

The feline life is great.

Sunday, July 20th

1:22 PM

Okay, I take that back. Being a cat is occasionally horrible.

I MUST GO VISIT THE MAN OF EVIL, DR. BRIGGS, TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, it's true; it's time for my yearly check-up tomorrow. Mia's NSync calendar never lies. And the truth it's telling is one that says "Fat Louie's Vet Check at 12:05 today!!!!" circled in black Sharpie marker on July 21st. I'll tell you one thing right now, if that man even considers giving me a shot, my claws are going to have brunch with his pants' leg. A very long brunch, I'll add.

DIE, SICK BASTARD, DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now, if you'll excuse me whilst I go have a delicious can of tuna to drown my sorrows in ... though I don't think you can really drown in tuna. I mean, maybe if it's completely covering you and blocking your nasal passages and mouth like what all the snow does to humans who get trapped in avalanches ... but I still don't think you could actually drown in it. I think. Suffocate in it maybe...

Anyway, tasty tuna here I come!

Sunday, July 20th

1:46

Ah, the joys of tuna.

Though my life is still rather horrible at the moment.

Even the tasty fish can't fix that.

Though it can help, of course.

Indeed.

... I need help.

... Of the mental variety.

... I also need to stop writing all these one-sentence paragraphs.

... Now.

... Stop using so many ellipses would be good as well.

Okay. I'm all right now.

Maybe I should go sit next to my blue food bowl and cry for a while. Perhaps Mia will take pity on me and serve me some watered down milk if I do ... yes, that always works.

Mmm. Milkkkkk.