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Mar. 6th, 2009 06:17 pmSo. This is having a livejournal. I think I like it.
I shall set my tone and first impression at this new site by telling A Random Cat Story.
(Yes, I know, I only tell these because I like to hear myself talk. But people have actually laughed at this one. Not all of them were related to me.)
My cat's name is Tai. He's a Siamese, and he's loud, large, and opinionated. When we first got him, before he was allowed outside, one of his major hobbies was Sock Destroying. He found them lying around, and he chewed them. He also at one point got ahold of my favorite sweater, but, see, that story isn't funny. This one hopefully is.
One weekend, my family takes off to drive up to the Appalachians and ski (I love this state... Beach in summer, skiing in winter, all within a day's drive.), and, of course, we leave the cat at home. He's never very pleased about this, but he isn't exactly going to like driving two and a half hours and then being left in a Days Inn or whatever the equivalent of that is that would allow a large destructive cat.
Our problem is, we also, in the process of getting all the winter stuff out of the closet (this being North Carolina, we use the winter stuff once a year, but by golly if we ever have a blizzard here, we are going to be prepared), we left a single glove lying on the floor.
I can only assume Tai was thrilled.
So, we come home, unpack the minivan, laugh and brag about who went down the bunny slope the fastest- and mom and dad find something in their room.
It's a single black glove.
With every finger but the middle finger chewed off.
I shall set my tone and first impression at this new site by telling A Random Cat Story.
(Yes, I know, I only tell these because I like to hear myself talk. But people have actually laughed at this one. Not all of them were related to me.)
My cat's name is Tai. He's a Siamese, and he's loud, large, and opinionated. When we first got him, before he was allowed outside, one of his major hobbies was Sock Destroying. He found them lying around, and he chewed them. He also at one point got ahold of my favorite sweater, but, see, that story isn't funny. This one hopefully is.
One weekend, my family takes off to drive up to the Appalachians and ski (I love this state... Beach in summer, skiing in winter, all within a day's drive.), and, of course, we leave the cat at home. He's never very pleased about this, but he isn't exactly going to like driving two and a half hours and then being left in a Days Inn or whatever the equivalent of that is that would allow a large destructive cat.
Our problem is, we also, in the process of getting all the winter stuff out of the closet (this being North Carolina, we use the winter stuff once a year, but by golly if we ever have a blizzard here, we are going to be prepared), we left a single glove lying on the floor.
I can only assume Tai was thrilled.
So, we come home, unpack the minivan, laugh and brag about who went down the bunny slope the fastest- and mom and dad find something in their room.
It's a single black glove.
With every finger but the middle finger chewed off.
