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| — | my subconscious |
I’m really going to miss Zac when he moves to London. He’s the best. Most days, I wake him up by jumping on his head, then we snuggle for a while til i start my rope-a-dope routine on his hair, when he says “ya know what, herman? I’ve got some more sleeping to do. come back in a few hours.”
then it’s a miserable few hours until he opens the door and I get to be his best friend again (usually by following him everywhere around the house and blankly staring at him for hours on end.)
herman, you’re really cute but if you don’t get off this counter I’m going to call the police.
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| — | my roomates |
my new room
my roomates have been letting me stay in the bathroom when they’re sleepins, which is pretty cool. there’s lots of cool stuff to do in there, including playing in the toilet bowl when they forget to close the lid, running as fast as I can around the inside of the bathtub, and attacking the other cat that lives in the mirror.
i love when my roomates visit me in the middle of the night to go potty. i usually stalk and attack them while they’re sittinz down on the swirl machine, which is pretty fun. they often play back which is awesome, usually by yelling and shoving me away.
they have this weird water machine in there though that confuses me. they getz naked and go into this glass box and stand under some water for a while. pretty nuts if you ask me. i usually just sit in front of it and stare at them blankly for the duration of the time they spend in there, trying to figure out what the crap they’re doing.
