Where are my parents? My mom used to be here with me for at least part of the day. My dad usually comes home for lunch to let me sit on his lap and I eat with him. Neither one of them are here. What can I do to keep myself entertained. I know they keep my "special toys" on the refridgerator. They think they can keep them away from me by just hiding them and putting them up really high. I will let them know that I am upset that they are gone leaving me here all alone. How can I get to those "special toys." They aren't even that special, I just have to pretend that they are and do summersaults to amuse them. I bet if I jump on the counter then I can jump on the refridgerator and get to those toys. Then, I will have to carry them down one by one in my mouth in order to not knock anything else down up there. There, now I have gotten 3 special toys down all by myself and played with them. Who needs parents.
Mom came home to find the "special toys" spread out over the living room floor. She wasn't sure if she should laugh or punish me. She laughed. She laughed hard. She put them into a drawer. I will have to work on opening that drawer at a later time.
They were here for 5 minutes and left again. Now what am I going to do? I noticed that there were 2 more special toys on the refridgerator that I bet they forget were up there. One hasn't even been opened yet. I must get them down to show them that they can't fool me with these "special toys" and there is plenty more where that came from. I will change things up and spread them out on the kitchen floor.
Now they are all kept in the drawer. I need to figure out how to open the drawer by sitting on the top of the counter. I will let them feel sorry for me and give me attention for awhile before I pull another stunt.
9 years ago
9 comments:
You really just posted that: FACT.
I can't believe you just posted that: FACT.
If Lilly had her own blog, she may have said those words: FACT.
Lilly has a blog: CRAP.
Seriously, have you looked into getting some therapy?
I told her she was obsessed.
obsessed does not explain it... I mean I love my dog but this blog entry is just... wow. I don't need to write Yoshima's thoughts though, she tells me, seriously.
You are all just jealous b/c you don't have a cool cat like her.
Rachel- my therapist told me to express my feelings in writing. You are just jealous b/c your cat couldn't see to even make it on top of the counter.
Mandy and Allison- This was all for you girls.
Adam- You should post Yoshi's thoughts. It will be a good time.
Jake- Like you didn't think it was funny............
I sure thought it was funny! Thanks for always entertaining me.
-Jen
I love it! I thought it was hilarious, but then I don't have social skills, so that's probably not good on your part.
I thought it was an interesting exercise of creative writing... but slightly third grade. I pretty certain your cat is drunk most of the time.
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i think this entire conversation is very third-grade and hilar.
i love it.
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