outer-jessie's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bad Kitty So we had this brilliant idea. (Much like this one, in which I am writing an entry instead of doing the work I've barely even half-assed done all day.) I had a rough morning on Mother's Day, so we went and got a tiny kitten. Yaaaaay! Except. The kitten, she is evil. It's a little hard to tell at times like this, when she's a tiny sleeping curl of gray stripes, but were I to be so brazen as to hike up my flannel pajama pantlegs, you would be treated to a vision of pale pimply flesh criss-crossed with the telltale signs of feline abuse. I think she's trying to murder me, very very slowly, by removing one small strip of skin at a time. Surely, I will be dead of exposure in three million years time. She's completely nuts, and not always in a ha-ha-ha-that's-so-cute kind of way. Sometimes, she's crazy in a most-certainly-possessed-by-the-devil kind of way. Like, for real. Ok, not for real. But almost! And she does not respond to loud NOs, she does not respond to cries of pain, she does not respond to threats, she does not even respond to being tossed clear across the room when mommies can't take it no more. She is tiny, she is mean, she is infuriating, and she is freaking invincible. If it weren't for moments like these, the tiny sleeping curl moments, I swear, I'd go entirely out of my mind. Of course, it is probably true that we could be better mommies. For instance, we could have NOT taken two back-to-back vacations almost immediately after taking her from her kittenhood home and bringing her to ours, leaving her to be babysat by her now much-scratched uncle. We could NOT be such go-getters who work our days away from home, leaving her to amuse herself by napping extensively. We could have gotten her a brother, maybe. These transgressions must not be overlooked. But still. Still, even considering all this neglect, she's pretty evil. If she doesn't grow out of it, she'll be a wild thing with a hobo pack strapped to a stick, mark my words. 3:20 p.m. - 2008-06-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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