5 fillings on Saturday
My kitchen is nasty. Someone ate my bacon. I ate someone's stuffing. Francisco appeared out of nowhere at 12:30 am. He drove me to work. The Cheat is missing.
Francisco is nice. Everything else is horrible horrible. Why am I in such a bad mood? Healthify brain, heeeegghhhhh hegh hegh lllliiffffyyyyyy (veins popping, synapses straining).
5 fillings on Saturday, hey hey hey.
PS. Don't worry about The Cheat, Ardents. I'm sure he's fine.
posted by Vanessa @ 08:25
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OK WHATEVER YOU SAY I WON'T WORRY ABOUT THE CHEAT THEN!!! *pant pant pant*
Is he outside, or inside, or unknown? If he's gone for good, that's OK; we'll still love you. We'll be sad for a while, but then we'll get over it. So don't be afraid that we'll hate you if he's gone. But, we'd totally tease you about it for a long time.
I should add, a la T-Rex, "I AM DEFINITELY FLIRTING WITH FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW!"
Feel free to update as soon as you find him :)
He's probably booked a flight somewhere. Have you checked the airport? I bet he gets held up at customs.
Is he lost outside, or inside? I find that removing the food from his bowl, and then pouring it back in, is a good way to jog his memory that food is good. Try that on the front porch, and he may just remember the face of his father.
Oh well. Easy come, easy go. Maybe now Joe will reconsider letting the cats outside, since it's where they're going to go anyway. Rules be damned! The Cheat is a rebel! A rebel without a passport!
So, uh...any news on The Cheat?
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