This is the part where I should blog, right?

To be honest, I've been busy enough checking up on some of the internet nonsense that I've had to neglect this week (and my world absolutely collapsed, yes. Still no closer to getting my own internet connection at home, folks. As weird as that sounds in today's world) that I haven't really bothered to think about a blog topic.

So, um... have a p.o'd cat.

He though for some reason that last weekend was a good time to go outside. I disagreed.

Anyway.

I should be able to come up with something after being away from the blather for days, right? I mean, really I should.

Yep.

Yep, I really should.

Uh huh.





Oh hey, I could tell you about something sort of weird that happened last night. I went to bed around eleven o'clock and the next thing I knew it was SEVEN AM!

Seriously. That warranted caps. It so rarely happens in my life anymore that the night just disappears without my even once spending time communing with my projection clock. But I did, indeed, have a full night's sleep yesterday.




With my luck, it probably means that I'm coming down with something.

Sigh.

Well, that topic sucked. Sooo... erm... have a non-p.o'd cat, I guess:

This is what Penny was doing at the exact same time (ok, well, a second or two after, since I haven't yet figured out how to be in two rooms simultaneously) that Max was being a pain about going outside.

Penny? The ultimate bed cat. In fact, it totally doesn't surprise me that when the father figure was having his ceilings painted this week she wasn't so much put out by the fact that there were strangers in the house as she was by the fact that she couldn't sleep on her my father's bed for part of a day.

Gotta have your priorities straight when you're a cat, I guess.





Has this filled enough space to be considered a post now? I'm going to stop typing, ok?

Ok.