Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Zombie lesbians and cat pee I think Gracie might have just reached the limits of her tolerance with the kittens. I came home last night and discovered that a feline in the house had used an area not zoned for release of bodily functions as a pee point, and my lead suspect is Grace, probably in revenge for a particularly stinky kitten poop that looked startlingly close to the size of the kitten who issued it. It could be one of the kittens, mind � they do play in the area where the offense occurred � but for whatever reason, my instincts say it was the Uber-Feline, in revenge for the abuse of her Private Potty Palace. Fortunatly for my sanity, I had plenty of Nature�s Miracle on hand, so the area has been anointed and will be further washed tonight. Over the events of Saturday night, when Cher, Persia, Persia�s friend Fleetwood and I went dancing, perhaps a veil should be drawn. It was one of those evenings when everybody was perhaps not in the best of moods to go out and be festive, so possibly things would have gone better if we had just postponed it until another day. However, for reasons I have been enjoined not to discuss in too much detail, the evening can now be referred to as The Night of the Scary Zombie Lesbian Groper. Because, folks � she was a scary zombie lesbian, and she was a�gropin�. 3:28 p.m. - 2004-06-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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