Chaotic Insanity

I'VE TAGGED MY WHOLE GODDAMNED JOURNAL!!!

I forgot a tag for Harry Potter and Gilmore Girls, but damned if I'm going over this sludge pit of a journal again. Fuck.

A couple of things are new.

One is that my sister recently brought home a kitten (whom I'm calling Basement Cat till I DIE), and she's busy running around meowing and hissing at Nimue and Beru. From the looks of things, we'll probably be keeping her, but the first night was worrisome...ugh. This house is becoming full of cats. Poor Nim and me.

What else?

Ah, yes. I lost the long-hair battle. I just can't do it, everyone. Sorry. I know I look stupid, especially since I'm fat, but I just cannot take hair longer than three inches. It's too much work. Ugh.

Um. That's it. Bye.

Piano sucked last night. So I probably won't be going back. Or, more realistically, I won't be going back to that teacher; I'll check to see i they have someone else who can teach me. Because that teacher SUCKS.

Set your phasers on sex: I'm going to see the Star Trek movie to night with Terry and Dani. NOBODY SPOIL ME.

I have to work this Sunday, but it's extra money, so whatever. And it's not like, since Monday's a holiday, I'll be working 6 days in a row.

The cat harassed me this morning. I'm not amused.

EDIT: There are gingerkid-cat hairs all over my jeans. WTF?

As you may remember, my sister recently lost her cat. Well, she was able to have her ex-boyfriend loan her the one she raised as a baby with him, so we have another cat at our house.

Her name is Beru, and she is a ginger kid.

In any case, this cat is also a mutant. She's weird. She meows tiny, purrs funny, and hides ALOT. She's been with us for about two weeks now, and she's managed to come out of her shell a bit, but she's still weird.

This morning, as per usual, I woke up to my alarm, turned the light and radio on, and dozed until the weather came on.

From somewhere to my left, from behind closed eyes, I heard a "Mew." I opened my eyes and saw Beru sitting all prim and proper, staring at me, like she KNEW that I was supposed to get up. When I blinked, she started nuzzling my hand and making squeaky noises.

And Nimue was watching from my bed, too. Two weeks ago, Nim's watching would have freaked her out.

The store nextdoor is a petshop, and the owner has a cat as well (another ginger kid. WTF). This cat loves me, too. He stalks me, and rubs his fur all over me (my shirt has the hair as proof), and meows at me.

x.x

WHY DO CATS LIKE ME?!


The End.