Hee hee hee heeeeee
I have discovered a new noise to make to annoy my cats. It's kind of like an extended "vvvv" sound. It is amazing.
Every night, when I get into bed, Hawking tries very hard to get into my pants. No, really. She tries to crawl up the leg of my pajama pants. Unfortunately, my leg gets in the way, so she only gets her head in the pants leg before giving up and making pathetic "woe is me" noises. Then I roll over on my back so she can sleep on my chest/throat because I am a sucker.
I talk about my cats far too much. I can't help it! They are endlessly amusing creatures. Except when Hawking is destroying wires (She did it again today! Good thing I had a spare set of computer speakers) or unplugging things. That's not so much amusing as incredibly frustrating. CHEW ON THE CATNIP TOYS, KITTEH, OR I LOCK YOU IN A TINY BOX FOR A YEAR.
By the way, I think it was my breakfast that had me all queasy. I tried a crockpot breakfast recipe, and while it tasted good, I've noticed that just thinking about it makes me feel nauseated. I don't think I'll be having the leftovers again tomorrow.
Also! I might be murdered in my sleep by robots! They are clearly out to get me. I've gotten no less than SEVEN calls from an unidentified phone number, and each time it only beeped at me when I answered. I decoded the super secret message and it said "DIE, HUMAN, DIE". Trufax!
Okay, not really. But I did get 7 weird beepy phone calls. I eventually just started making beeping noises back at the killer robots on the other end of the line.
So much capslock in this post. I'm so tired and woooo. Bed time.
Every night, when I get into bed, Hawking tries very hard to get into my pants. No, really. She tries to crawl up the leg of my pajama pants. Unfortunately, my leg gets in the way, so she only gets her head in the pants leg before giving up and making pathetic "woe is me" noises. Then I roll over on my back so she can sleep on my chest/throat because I am a sucker.
I talk about my cats far too much. I can't help it! They are endlessly amusing creatures. Except when Hawking is destroying wires (She did it again today! Good thing I had a spare set of computer speakers) or unplugging things. That's not so much amusing as incredibly frustrating. CHEW ON THE CATNIP TOYS, KITTEH, OR I LOCK YOU IN A TINY BOX FOR A YEAR.
By the way, I think it was my breakfast that had me all queasy. I tried a crockpot breakfast recipe, and while it tasted good, I've noticed that just thinking about it makes me feel nauseated. I don't think I'll be having the leftovers again tomorrow.
Also! I might be murdered in my sleep by robots! They are clearly out to get me. I've gotten no less than SEVEN calls from an unidentified phone number, and each time it only beeped at me when I answered. I decoded the super secret message and it said "DIE, HUMAN, DIE". Trufax!
Okay, not really. But I did get 7 weird beepy phone calls. I eventually just started making beeping noises back at the killer robots on the other end of the line.
So much capslock in this post. I'm so tired and woooo. Bed time.