Sunday, April 17, 2005

Last night the cats were exiled. I mean, ever since they hit adolescence, I haven't slept through the night. And last night they were at it again, tear-assing around the place and using my head as a springboard. Peep was being sweet, curled up on a chair, but Newman and Missy were little hellions. My bedroom door is usually propped open with some dumbbells, because since I live by myself there's no use for a door. But now there is. Got some good rest for a change. I'm sorry about that and I like it when they sleep with me, but usually they don't anyway.

I would have never guessed for Peep to turn out to be the sweet one, because of them all, she's still the most "wild." She's wary, skittish and jumps at loud noises, but lately she's been very responsive and affectionate. Missy and Newman were the most "personable" when they were younger, but now they only seem to associate with me if (a) they're hungry, or (b) I'm petting on someone else.

Anyway, I'd better go get their food before they kill me and pick my bones clean.

10:55 PM

Sometimes this dolly painting thing is discouraging. I worked all day on this one and she's looking pretty rough. My back's killing me.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 11:09 AM

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