Where the fuck is he?

where the fuck is he?

the day started great. i was in my bed. lying there. i stared at the flashing light on his tv for a few hours no doubt about that. its just keeps going. green. nothing. green. nothing. green. nothing. it just does that. forever.

he woke up. atlast!

man he does a lot of shit when he wakes up. i just dont know which way to scamper. "fuckit, ill camp midstaircase."

the sink scares me. he's shaving. midstaircase licking my ass. he is shaving. he is up. he will be upstairs soon. life is good.

just as i had figured, he's coming upstairs. he's yanking at my tail again. does he wanna play? is he mad? whatthefuckisgoingonohmygod!!! god i hate it when he does that.

mental note(is this possible)/bite the fuck out of his forearm next time he does that. fucker.

following him down the hall i become a bit sidetracked by the vase with the euktaliptus(catscantsspell), i shake a few toys off, whacking them around the tile. i like attacking really little things. well only if they are non-living. im scared of ants. i only play with things about as bit as one claw...not living. im such a pussy. har har.

bored. where is he. downstairs. i got the fuck down there fast. he is at the desk. jump. he shoves me down. jump. down. jump. down. jump. sucsess!!!

mental note. bite him if he doesn't let me stay on second jump.

for the love of garfield he's going upstairs again. run. run. run. fuck the vase. he's outside. the forbidden zone. will he be back? where the fuck is he.

recon at the front north eastern window provides uptodate intelligence on the going's on of my best friend. fire sticks again. bright. right. brighter. red. brighter. red. what the fuck does that kind of colour smell like? forbidden zone sucks. i wanna go there so bad.

he's back. yay. ok focus. cant get tangled in curtains. yes. sucsess.

kitchen. sniff food. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm seafood smell.

he's talking to old lady....moving around quickly. he's out the door. forbidden zone.

n/e window. he's getting into a moving shiny box. bird. box. kid across the street. box. box gone. bird. kid across the street. where the fuck is he?

hmmmmmm, im going to go sniff the old lady in the kitchen. she talks to me when no one is home. but when anyone is home she doesnt act nice to me. she is wierd like that.