Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

My cat is haunting me. I swear. My mom and I took him to the vet yesterday, and she poked and prodded him a lot. Then she said he has some sort of gum infection, and they probably have to pull one of his canine teeth (no pun intended).
So, anyway, I have a habit of pacing between my room and the bathroom while I try to think. I don’t allow the cats into my room, because they have a nasty habit of tearing my stuff to shreds. Three. Times. Jessie (my cat) tried to get into the room. He planted himself outside my room like a vulture in an attempt to get in.
Then, later on- well, right outside my bedroom door is our front staircase. And when I came out of my room, who was staring up at me with his wide, kitten eyes (Even though in cat years, he’s, like, 54) but Jessie. I just started laughing, because he was staring at me. IT FREAKED ME OUT! And that’s not the end.
So, around ten-thirty. I’m pacing. I feel the presence of someone else. Staring at me. I turn. I look down the dark stairs… And see two glowing green kitten eyes staring at me. AGAIN. Well, that did it. “MOOOOOOM! THE CAT IS FRICKING STALKING MEEEEEE!”
My poor, poor psyche…
Ugh… Why must my pets be so vindictive? We take them to the pet, and we’re paying the penalty for months after!

*Guy on Airplane: Oh great, I always end up sitting next to a damn baby.
Stewie: What did you just say?
Lois: Stewie, stop fussing.
Stewie: Pipe down Lois. (Slaps guy on head.) Hey big man, turn around. Oh you can't hear me now. I was going to watch the movie, but forget it. For the next 5 hours, you're my b***h.

-INMH