rubinville

I just took two cans of cat food, emptied them into a small dish, added a spoonful of pumpkin, squirted some sort of gel-like substance into it, and then mashed the hell out of the whole thing.

Lemme tell you, sooooooooooo tasty.

No, actually as many of you know, I really hate cats, and the only thing that surpasses my hatred of cats is my allergies to them. However, as I write this, I am at my grandmother's apartment helping her out because she threw out her back a few days ago. Basically, helping my grandmother means feeding the cat, cleaning the cat, and generally offering words of advice to the cat. Most importantly though, I just offer my ear when the cat needs someone to meow to.

At this point I'm not sure who is in charge here, my grandma, me, or the cat.

Actually, I am sure, and it ain't grandma or Dave.

My allergies are going bonkers right now. One more sneeze and I'll be in the Guiness Book of World Records.

For killing a cat the quickest.

Gotta get going now, grandma is calling. I probably didnt' break up the cat treats into small enough pieces. Why do they make those things so damn hard to break? They're just too small for my fingers. Damn you, cat-food industry! Damn you to hell!

I'll try to check in later, or if I'm too busy I'll have the cat write a little somethin-somethin.