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 | 19 June 2004
entry by Krenta
6/25/2004 6:33 AM
| It must be fate. Or genetics, I suppose. If not, I fear the universe is out to get me, for a cat - the same kitten that was drinking from my toilet on Thursday, in fact - was in my bathroom this morning when I got out of the shower. Just as before, she was drinking thirstily from the toilet bowl. Why it chooses to do so is a mystery, but it does help support the tapwater-addiction theory I've been working on.
Unlike last time, the damned thing is still here, several hours later. We had a long talk, in which I tried to get it to admit to being the shapeshifting alien lifeform it really is, and not a cat at all, but it said and did nothing to give itself away. As I was explaining my father's history with aliens to it, the silly little thing walked off and went to sleep on a pile of clothes on my bedroom floor. I am not so easily put off, though; we will finish that conversation, mark my words.
It woke up as I was having dinner, stole a hot-dog from my plate, and ate most of it, quite messily, on the carpet. I know I shouldn't sit on the floor to eat, not even when "COPS" is on, but it still demonstrates a remarkable lack of manners in my extraterrestrial visitor. It ran around the apartment for a bit, then went to sleep, or pretended to, on the rug in the bathroom. I refuse to feed or clothe this uninvited visitor; if she wants to sleep here, well, fine, but I'm not going to inconvenience myself for her. I'd considered being kind to it, buying it toys and showing it affection in the hopes of getting into it's good graces; some of the aliens my father met in his job were downright hotties, and being in her good graces could be enjoyable when she tires of the charade and reveals her true form. I've decided, however, to remain true to my principles; if she can't appreciate me for my strength of character, then, alien or not, she's not good enough for me.
I realized as I was cleaning my pen this evening that getting to the roof of the library yesterday would have been a disappointment, as it's a steeply-canted copper roof, not the flat, explorer-friendly kind. It's kind of embarassing; my father wouldn't have made that sort of mistake, but he was better at that sort of thing - at everything, really - than I am.
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