It is my humble opinion that the slave is possessed. Short of his head spinning like a top, he seems to be having a bout of the furballs himself because he's doing the same thing I always do, but for some reason he always runs for the white porcelain water fountain when he does it. I mean, when I do that, I just do it as I gotta do it, why expend the energy to be neat. The remainder of the time he lies in the bed groaning and sleeping.
The other humans have returned from wherever they were before. No one brought me anything! I always thought that you were supposed to get presents after a long trip. HARUMPH!
The canines are sequestered to the back porch area again. The blonde brute made many attempts to attack me during the course of the last few weeks, for which she was soundly yelled at by the slave. She also managed to make the old man get hurt by pushing him into a door frame. The poor little thing yelped so much that I ran downstairs to see what happened. She got put outside for a couple hours for that stunt.
Someone actually took the time to comb me last night. A chore I definitely enjoy and has been few and far between. I'm considering cutting the slave's rations til he gets his act together.
Posted by Sierra at January 3, 2005 03:10 PM