I don't feel so good.

I'm getting sick of this. The other week it was the confined cage and the car ( Read more... )

Yeh, I cried a little bit. But the next time someone locks you in a box then sticks a needle the size of your head into the back of your neck, let's see how well you take it.

Mum threw a chair at the grey and white cat. She didn't actually hit it, mind ( Read more... )

I'm starting to get fanmail for my journal. I may have to update it more often. Which means more exploits, sorry Mum. All that "Look me in the eyes and promise me you won't get into anymore fights" good parenting stuff was just a waste of effort. I was born fighting and I'll die fighting.

I know what makes her happy. And I know what makes me happy. And I'm quite happy to sit on Mum's knee while she drinks and smokes. Especially now it's not so hot. Purrrr.

I showed that stupid cat from next door. Skitch and Jumble were wussy sooks and ran away but I slapped it hard. I would have won, too, if Mum hadn't got home and shouted at me.

Mum asked me to get off her knee. So I stood up, walked over to her other knee and sat down. But apparently that wasn't good enough. What does she want? Blood?

Two nights away! *glares at meleah*

I ask you, is there anything better than curling up with someone you love and snoozing?