Part of me is really glad to see/hear that cat is taking things so well in her new house. No rats have been killed (yet), the bedroom is save, kitty seems to be perfectly at home and I have yet t get angry emails about ruined furniture etc.

Also good to know the demon-kitty-basket is now in full use. I had no doubt in my mind that Flo would love it considering the fabric is as huggable as a puppy... (And my cat is a true slut for pettable/huggable fabrics)

Yet part of me can't help but feel betrayed by my cat and how easy she's adjusting. Cheap kitty slut that she is... two weeks ago she was convinced I should never leave her lest she would die and now she's dominating isabelgou's apartment...!!

(Pictures to prove it...!)

*grumbles* Damned spoiled little princess...

Parrots are outdated. I has a shoulder cat.

My cat'sbeen casting me those dark sinister and slightly hurt looks of "You don't love me anymore!"
Yesterrday I gather up her sleeping spots and some of the nice fabric-stuff that she likes ot sit or sleep on, grabbed hte kitty pole, litter box and fillings for said litterbox as well as some of her kitty toys and cleaned it all (for as far as that was possible) and put it down stairs.

Cat and dog have since commenced panicking.

This morning isabelgou's stepdad came ot pick up the kitty stuff. Kitty is now convinced I don't love her anymore. She evne refuses ot sit with me whereas before she would be almost fighting the laptop for my attention...

Dog has bene attached ot my leg more or less. She's seen me packing stuff into boxes and getting rid of the kitty stuff so she knows something is up XD
Flo is never going to forgive me...

Dear kitty, 

I know I smell of shower. Please stop washing it off. It's meant to be that way.

'tis Luka's kitty! Macrod!

 

My senile old twat has been immortalized on the interwebs. 
It gave me a good chuckle, so yes.. cat_macrosis now officially the best community on LJ...

And yes, I did save all the macros of him...

Sam Macro Thread

I walked into the supermarket tonight to buy myself some comfort food since I've bene feeling like crap for a full week now... 
So I got into the supermarket and did my usual walk, got carrots for my pony in the fruits and vegetables, turn corner into the cat and dog food section to bring a few cans of catfood and as I put my hand on the cnas realized I most likely won't be needing it anymore. Since the little one doesn't like canned food anyway. 

It was quite a strange sensation and I almost ended up crying in the middle of the supermarket.... managed not to but damn.... 
I think it's pretty definitive that the senile old guy really kicked the bucket somewhere.... 

*makes note to check shelter's website a few times for the deceased animals found*

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We seem ot have lost track of the cat. Which is amazing considering normally he won't shut up, is always in the way and demands food every 4 to 5 hours.

Logic reasoning tells me the undead cat may have finally died.....

I know I should be really sad but for some reason I'm not. It just ... kinda feels.... blank. 

Oh well... i na day or tow or so I'll probably break down, cry my eyes out and that'll be that. I don't think my emotions have quite caught up to my brain yet.  

Dear computer of epic fail;

WHY do you always insist on shutting donw when I jsut pick up writing?! I spend almsot 16 hours a day on you, typing away a lot of the times, but for some mysterious reason you always HAVE to shut down when I've jsut written four pages and very typically on the last fucking minute of word's auto-save, guaranteeing maximum loss of work! *facepalm* You fucking tosser...!

Subsequently....

Dear cat,

How the hell do you manage to fall off of a chair THAT Big?! Seriously, that's some skill you unbalanced old twat...!

Dear cat...

I KNOW you're in there! I know that you know you're not supposed to be in there. You know that I know that you know that you're not supposed ot be in there. *twitch*
Kindly remove your ass from the black t-shirts in my wardrobe~!!
 
Love,
your human.

Dear cat,

Please keep your self-mutilation to yourself. 
If you choose to munch on your own tail, that's your choice. However, I do not appreciate blood all over my desk!

With love,
your owner. 

Dear cat,

If I get you a toy and you like it, please don't immediatly smack it under the bed? 
It's scary under there and I prefer not having to grope through all of what's under it. 

With love,
Your human.