Saturday, December 03, 2005

What Large Trout?

Can anyone out there save me from this feline hell that is Damfarm? Even the terrorists don`t have to endure torture like this. You won`t believe this, last nite I was taking a quick nap{catnap}after a roudy romp with several of my fake mice when I was most rudely awakened. The Bozo in his never ending"Johnny Walker Wisdom"decided it would be just peachy to stand out on the porch with his hands busy in his pockets to keep warm I guess. There we were 30 degrees ,25 mph winds watching it snow. If I had balls they would have been frozen off then and there. Somehow he suddenly lost interest in the blowing snow.{He is also mesmerized by shiny objects but that`s another story} and thank the Kitty Gods let me back in the house. I got curled up on the big chair to get warmed up, I heard the water running in the shower but didn`t bother to get up to check it out. It`s not really a pretty site on a good day and I still had the chills and why risk the nightmares so I stayed put. He soon walked past me in just his shorts. He walked with a purpose that only Jim can enspire. He muttered something about anonimous mitch,kitch something like that, couldn`t make it out for sure. He made me listen to 6 or 10 Warren Zevon songs, cranked up of course before he crashed out on the sofa.

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