Larry Gude
Strung Out
He is the WORST leg cat of all time. I sit here and he just sashays around my legs, doing lazy figure eights until second or third lunch rolls around or his narcolepsy kicks in, in which case he's asleep between my feet, rolled up like a dead roach and every time I get up, he is awake right away (presuming he's missing a meal I guess) and he HAS to weave through my legs as I walk.
I am NOT getting a broken leg from a damn cat, damn it! I've got poinsettia trays all over the floor that I need to choose from for this coming crop and they are filled with soil, a terrific innovation over foam wedges but, that is another story. Point being he keeps causing me to stomp through them, making a hell of a mess all over the office to avoid stomping on his stooopid ass!
BLAM!!!BLAM!BLAAAM!!!
Waste of time. His last meal would send me to the poor house.
Damn it all.
I am NOT getting a broken leg from a damn cat, damn it! I've got poinsettia trays all over the floor that I need to choose from for this coming crop and they are filled with soil, a terrific innovation over foam wedges but, that is another story. Point being he keeps causing me to stomp through them, making a hell of a mess all over the office to avoid stomping on his stooopid ass!
BLAM!!!BLAM!BLAAAM!!!
Waste of time. His last meal would send me to the poor house.
Damn it all.