Meow!
A/N: Shrubbery and herring, because I'm on a Monty Python high. Fun!
Reviews!
Sugar Peaches: Thanks a bunch!
EriktheDevilsChild: I'll be sure to keep it up! It's fun!
MopMan: Somehow I doubt that you actually read this, since I know you, but thanks for the reviews anyway? Loser.
SimplyElymas: Muahahahahaha, only I know! And so will the rest of you in the next chapter! Not this one, the fourth one. xD
Silvermasque: Lol, my gram's cat, Nikki, likes to wake people up at 6 in the morning by biting their noses. Hard. –rubs nose and sobs-
MetalMyersJason: Thanks, I know so much about Siamese it's scary. But I've been brought up around them. And when I read that Erik ended up with one, I literally ran around my house screaming. I think my neighbor's nearly called the police on me.
And to all of my reviewers get free hugs from Erik, and Silvermasque gets Mr. Lake-perfume, I mean, Erik, at her house for two hours! Have fun!
This chapter has an Inuyasha reference and from Lord of the Rings. Surprise to anyone who can find them!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. NOTHING I TELL YOU! Except the 2-disc collector's soundtrack, the 2-disc collector's DVD, and the special edition DVD of Monty Python and the Holy Grail. NI!
Dear Diary,
I didn't think it was possible from this guy. I mean, I've met caterpillars with more anger in them than Monsieur Smells-a lot. I've never seen him angry, Granted, I've only been here a week, but still. All I did was shred a piece of paper, something I do often. He snatched it away from me, screaming something like "You shredded the entire first page of Don Juan! My masterpiece!" It's not like he's trying to chop down a tree with a herring…Why not just rewrite it or something? But he locked me in a dark room for about and hour. I like this room. It's the only one in the house that doesn't smell odd. Odor-man must not go in there. I took the opportunity to kill an enormous spider I found in there without Nose-burner getting all huffy. But, seriously, that guy must not have a nose or something, to be completely ignorant of his smell! He smells like bones and grave soil.
He still hasn't removed the mask. Maybe he has a mole in the middle of his forehead, or maybe he looks like the Black Beast of Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh. If I looked like that, I'd wear a mask, too.
I was exploring the house today, and I heard the plankton chorus again. I found this funny little floating thing on the water, and jumped in to see if I could find the singers. I was about to jump into the water, despite the fact I would be drenched, in hopes of a sushi dinner, when Monkeyman retrieved me and took me to the dark morgue that is his bedroom. He took out the shiny bracelet again and I was mesmerized by the sparkliness. I jumped on it, and ran off with the sparklie, laughing manically in my mind.
I couldn't have been happier if I was surrounded by shrubbery and laurel! The shininess was mine! My own! My precious! Dammit, he got it back.
Last night I was walking down this hallway I found, when this bright light was suddenly in front of me. I thought it was Sir Stinky and his glow in the dark eyes, but it wasn't. But it was like a moving buffet. Rats! Not as good as the sushi I have been trying to get for days, but a good difference from my revenge on horses.
Must go and try and get my precious back.
Love,
Cat.
Note to self #2: GET NAME FROM SMELLYMAN!
Me: Somehow I don't think this was as funny as the last two…But I haven't been in much of a humorous mood lately. Hence the late update.
Erik: Trust me; she's not been in a good mood at all.
Me: -glares- Do you want me to get the fly-swatter again?
Erik: o.o-meep- Please review! Or she'll hit me again!
Me: You're pushing your luck.
Erik: -whimper-