Tag: Kitty

Does it End Tonight?

In our house, the cats are not allowed in the cellar. No. No kitties in the cellar, damn it!

Today, this little monster…

Lily… the gremlin… the queen of personality… she broke the law. Jen was coming up the cellar stairs and when she opened to door to come out, Lily darted past her and ran down the stairs.

That’s not the point of this post, I just wanted to share with the universe that Lily was a bad kitty today. Bad kitty!

Now for the actual topic I wanted to write a short (mercifully) post about tonight. The Boston Bruins are down in their first round playoff series. They trail the Buffalo Sabers three games to one. Tonight is game five.

Does the series, and by extension the season, come to an end tonight? It sure looks that way. I mean, I hope not but after the way they got the snot kicked out of them in game four it sure feels that way.

I have to say that I am still pretty pissed off at the entire NHL. Granted, only the players from team USA were involved, but the way they figuratively dropped to their knees and figuratively chugged down the nazi orange ass clown’s spooge (figuratively speaking)… it made me fucking sick and it made me kinda want to see the entire league lose. I hate feeling this way about my favorite game but what can I do? Fascists are evil and these fuckers lined up to be counted among them.

Damn it. Now Lily is asleep on the otoman… otaman… How the hell do you spell that anyway? Ottoman. There, that’s right. Thanks spell check. What was I saying? Oh yeah, Lily is asleep on the ottoman and she is so cute it’s ridiculous. I guess I can forgive her for going down cellar. I don’t know if I can forgive the NHL for being full of nazi ass wipes though.

Just Another Day in Hell

Think back to the bad old days of Taco the Nazi Orange Shit Clown’s first term. I used to joke that with all the bitching I sent toward him on twitter I was going to end up in front of the firing squad at some point. I wouldn’t be in the first round of executions and probably wouldn’t be in the second, third, forth, or fifth rounds. Eventually he’d get to me and I’d be finding myself in front of that wall staring down the barrels of the rifles held by my nazi toadie executioners.

Fast forward to teh bad current days of Taco the Nazi Orange Shit Clown’s second term. Last night he posted on his nazi fake-twitter that the nation is going to bring back a bunch of cruel and unusual execution methods. One of them was firing squads.

Yup… one step closer. Look at me being all Nostradamus and shit.

Here’s a cat to lighten the mood.

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Guard Cat

Robin Sparkles standing (napping, really) guard over my dad’s camera. Good kitty.

I called my doctor today to talk about headaches. They were closed. Oh good. I guess I’ll try again tomorrow.

WHEEEEEEE!!!

Wait… I should state the above in haiku form if I am turning this page into an all-haiku-all-the-time page… ummm… my mind is a blank… ummm…

Calling the doctor,
To talk over headache stuff.
There’s nobody home.

Third Thing

Taking this picture wasn’t the first thing I did when I woke up this morning. It was third. Before I snapped this I had already put my glasses on and (TMI alert) urinated. Once those two things were done, then I took a second to take today’s photo a day picture.

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