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damn kitty
Nov. 14th, 2009 07:12 pm... my cat is doing this to me purposely.
Georgio knows that he bugs the hell out of me, staring at me and meowing incessantly every second I'm not paying attention to him. He knows I hide up in my room while he's outside, so that I can actually get writing done without him distracting me, demanding attention, food, and being let inside, only to demand I let him back outside a few minutes later.
He knows this. That's why I haven't seen for the past 24 hours. He's punishing me for daring to hide upstairs rather than constantly foisting attention upon his wonderful cat-self at every second. He also knows that I would have seen the new family of raccoons coming by to steal his food as they often do. They live in peace; Georgio's always been smart enough to stay out of their way, and vice-versa. But these are newer, younger ones than before, thus leading me to visions of the cat being carried off by raccoons.*
He knows I'm getting NO work done because I'm still down here worried about him. Because I'm a total worrywart. He knows this. He's so dedicated to punishing me that he hasn't even touched his food in a day.
... damn it, I hope the little jerk's okay.
*Fun fact: my grandmother still believes that the reason her beloved cancer-ridden dog disappeared one day was because a neighbor kid kidnapped it, got together with his friends, and sacrificed the dog to Satan. Because the kid wore black, y'see.
Georgio knows that he bugs the hell out of me, staring at me and meowing incessantly every second I'm not paying attention to him. He knows I hide up in my room while he's outside, so that I can actually get writing done without him distracting me, demanding attention, food, and being let inside, only to demand I let him back outside a few minutes later.
He knows this. That's why I haven't seen for the past 24 hours. He's punishing me for daring to hide upstairs rather than constantly foisting attention upon his wonderful cat-self at every second. He also knows that I would have seen the new family of raccoons coming by to steal his food as they often do. They live in peace; Georgio's always been smart enough to stay out of their way, and vice-versa. But these are newer, younger ones than before, thus leading me to visions of the cat being carried off by raccoons.*
He knows I'm getting NO work done because I'm still down here worried about him. Because I'm a total worrywart. He knows this. He's so dedicated to punishing me that he hasn't even touched his food in a day.
... damn it, I hope the little jerk's okay.
*Fun fact: my grandmother still believes that the reason her beloved cancer-ridden dog disappeared one day was because a neighbor kid kidnapped it, got together with his friends, and sacrificed the dog to Satan. Because the kid wore black, y'see.
