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Perhaps.. I don't even know.
My father and mother finally (finally, finally!!) agreed to let me do foster care for animals. I know, I know, all of you are sitting there in your comfy computer chairs thinking to yourself: "umg.. what is, like, wrong with this girl? she is such a freeeak. why is she, like, obsessed with animals? who cares?"
Hm. Because I like them better than I like you. Sad story, yet very true.
So I went to Petco last night and I picked up the cat food I needed (but I forgot the litter.. doh), and other such things pertaining to the wonderful, longhaired, pregnant cat. But here's the dilemma. My father, after I put hours of intensive work into cooking him a feast, and after he promised, refuses to bring me to the animal shelter to pick her up today. I wanted to go at 10. He said he would be sleeping. I said, gee whiz Dad, how about 9? He will be sleeping. 8:30? He will be sleeping. I find that amazing. As it is now 8:33, and dearest padre is laying on the couch laughing at something on Comedy Central.
Dad, you're amazing! I've never known anyone who can laugh at things on TV in your sleep! Seriously, we need to sign you up for some sort of freak show or something. We need the money. It could be like a part-time job.
Anyway. I want the cat. I hate these constant delays. They set me off track. And then I get angry.
Hopefully my father will be taking me. So I can post pictures of the beauty up here.
My father and mother finally (finally, finally!!) agreed to let me do foster care for animals. I know, I know, all of you are sitting there in your comfy computer chairs thinking to yourself: "umg.. what is, like, wrong with this girl? she is such a freeeak. why is she, like, obsessed with animals? who cares?"
Hm. Because I like them better than I like you. Sad story, yet very true.
So I went to Petco last night and I picked up the cat food I needed (but I forgot the litter.. doh), and other such things pertaining to the wonderful, longhaired, pregnant cat. But here's the dilemma. My father, after I put hours of intensive work into cooking him a feast, and after he promised, refuses to bring me to the animal shelter to pick her up today. I wanted to go at 10. He said he would be sleeping. I said, gee whiz Dad, how about 9? He will be sleeping. 8:30? He will be sleeping. I find that amazing. As it is now 8:33, and dearest padre is laying on the couch laughing at something on Comedy Central.
Dad, you're amazing! I've never known anyone who can laugh at things on TV in your sleep! Seriously, we need to sign you up for some sort of freak show or something. We need the money. It could be like a part-time job.
Anyway. I want the cat. I hate these constant delays. They set me off track. And then I get angry.
Hopefully my father will be taking me. So I can post pictures of the beauty up here.