Adventures in babysitting

[yukinoomoni]

You know, with how great Nim's been since last night, I thought - given the nice and cool weather - it would be great to just sit out in the backyard in the gazebo and just read while she curls up in her bowl and enjoys the breeze.

It's Nim. I should have known better.

I didn't even get a chance to sit down. The little bitch heard some phantom noise and tore out of the gazebo, promptly following this with running around the backyard, then crossing into the neighbours' backyard. In which she proceeded to make me chase her. Thrice. Around that backyard.

Once I screamed at her and got her back into our backyard, I had to chase her again (only once though) before dragging her back inside.

What the FUCK, Nim?! You're supposed to be POST-OP.

Comments

[resonant.livejournal.com]

"Post-op" means something different for many of my friends.

[yukinoomoni.livejournal.com]

post-operation? That's what I meant.

[resonant.livejournal.com]

Many of my friends have surgery to make their physical appearance match their real sex. In their case, "pre-op" and "post-op" mean before and after this surgery. Like Nimawoooeway, they're often friskier and more active after surgery, as their outer bits now match who they really are, and they feel more confident.

[yukinoomoni.livejournal.com]

Well, okay. But Nim didn't have that kind of surgery. She just got poked a lot and almost died a few times.

Maybe she's just happy to be alive.