And It's Black
I should not be awake this early in the morning ever. So why am I? I have three reasons exactly, and they're all sitting across the room, staring at me and waiting for me to get off of the couch.
1. Pippin: I was dead asleep and what did the lovely cat who slept with me last night do? Pounced on my head! And mother, who was taking the dogs out, laughed.
2. Louie: I shifted, he saw movement, and this big ass dog jumped on me. He thinks he's a lapdog, no, no, no.
3. Magnolia: Worst of all. She has figured out how to get up on couches and the eager little black ball of fur just loves to lick my face and wriggle all over the place.
I'd go back to sleep, but for the fact that the creatures will likely attack me again. And my stomach's cramping, sleep = not as much my friend.
1. Pippin: I was dead asleep and what did the lovely cat who slept with me last night do? Pounced on my head! And mother, who was taking the dogs out, laughed.
2. Louie: I shifted, he saw movement, and this big ass dog jumped on me. He thinks he's a lapdog, no, no, no.
3. Magnolia: Worst of all. She has figured out how to get up on couches and the eager little black ball of fur just loves to lick my face and wriggle all over the place.
I'd go back to sleep, but for the fact that the creatures will likely attack me again. And my stomach's cramping, sleep = not as much my friend.