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Tummy feels icky. I've mastered feeling nauseated. Naucious? Whatever. I'll stick with icky. There's no confusion about the proper usage of that word.
I feel bad that I'll be separating Junior and Jolene when we move. Part of me thinks that Jolene will be happy to see him go, but I believe she'll find that she misses him when he's gone. I know he'll miss her. I hope he won't be mad at me.
I can't imagine living completely alone, without even my little kitty.
I think people have a hard time understanding the bond I have with my cat. I love him quite in the same way that I believe a mother loves her child. Mothers across the world are scoffing at me, but it's true. I think about him when I'm not with him, hoping that he's safe and not getting into any trouble. I miss him when I'm gone. The highlight of my day is coming home and having him greet me so sweetly and follow me lovingly around the house. And I don't think it's pathetic that I feel that way.
I already worry a lot about what I'm going to do when he dies. The odds are that I will outlive him. I am not going to handle it well. I do not want him to die. Ever.
It's very boring at work today. Being bored is one of the worst feelings. There are worse ones, sure. But to be bored and have no way to stop it is frustrating. I can't go anywhere. Someone's got to run the ice cream store that no one is eating at.
Sometimes when I'm bored and alone at work, I'll do jumping jacks back here like an idiot. Get me my exercise in. Or I'll dance to the ColdStone music. But I'm too icky for all those fun and games today.
So I'm breaking the rules and using the work computer for recreation.
And now the phone is ringing and I hate answering the phone at work. Sometimes I just don't. Like right now.
Mmmkay. I think I'm gonna go push through the ickiness and have me a little dance party.
I feel bad that I'll be separating Junior and Jolene when we move. Part of me thinks that Jolene will be happy to see him go, but I believe she'll find that she misses him when he's gone. I know he'll miss her. I hope he won't be mad at me.
I can't imagine living completely alone, without even my little kitty.
I think people have a hard time understanding the bond I have with my cat. I love him quite in the same way that I believe a mother loves her child. Mothers across the world are scoffing at me, but it's true. I think about him when I'm not with him, hoping that he's safe and not getting into any trouble. I miss him when I'm gone. The highlight of my day is coming home and having him greet me so sweetly and follow me lovingly around the house. And I don't think it's pathetic that I feel that way.
I already worry a lot about what I'm going to do when he dies. The odds are that I will outlive him. I am not going to handle it well. I do not want him to die. Ever.
It's very boring at work today. Being bored is one of the worst feelings. There are worse ones, sure. But to be bored and have no way to stop it is frustrating. I can't go anywhere. Someone's got to run the ice cream store that no one is eating at.
Sometimes when I'm bored and alone at work, I'll do jumping jacks back here like an idiot. Get me my exercise in. Or I'll dance to the ColdStone music. But I'm too icky for all those fun and games today.
So I'm breaking the rules and using the work computer for recreation.
And now the phone is ringing and I hate answering the phone at work. Sometimes I just don't. Like right now.
Mmmkay. I think I'm gonna go push through the ickiness and have me a little dance party.