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|Monday, January 11th, 2010|
|Writer's Block: Abandon hope, all ye who enter here
Livejournal has these writer's block questions and it just so happens that I have writer's block, so now you are subjected to my brilliant opinions on this topic LJ has choosen. This is not my first writer's block question, however. I have answered one previously only to receive scorn from LJ so I reluctantly deleted it. OK so it wasn't like that. It was more like my answer wasn't showing up so I assumed that they were just haters. Well, hopefully they like this answer.
To answer the question of whether websites with adult content should post warnings: Yes. Yes they should. Just think of the vast variety of people that use the internet. People of all nations, creeds, education levels, intellectual levels and ages. With so many users, you are bound to find those who are offended by these displays of "adultness". It is only fair that these people receive a warning. Even 3 year olds use the internet. Imagine what would happen if they came across something too adult for them to comprehend. The psychological damage that would ensue would be disastrous. If the warnings were in place, this horrible scenario would never happen, and the amount of money the government spends on providing therapy to individuals who have been traumatized by adult content on websites would decrease. The government does pay for therapy right? I mean they are the ones who allow access to the internet to people that are offended by things so its only right they should provide help.
Also, I think they should make a law which puts a warning on content that may not necessarily be adult in nature. For example, I don't like spiders. What if I was innocently surfing the world wide web and came across a picture of a spider. I would be scared and repulsed. Its like ugh... I would like a warning please. Or more like I would like a warning... or else you will get fined and put into prison and eat gruel for all eternity. What if someone with a peanut allergy accidentally stumbles upon a picture of a peanut or a vegetarian sees "meaty content"? They should have a right to know!
I would define the scale as the an out of five thing. Five spiders means a lot of spider content and zero spiders means safe for sufferers of arachnaphobia
So really, I think these decisions should be made by the site owners that have adult content. If it is something that is illegal for minors to see, a warning might serve to protect that site. As far as stifling creativity, I don't think a just a warning would do that.
Bye/ Current Mood: anxious
|Saturday, December 26th, 2009|
|A Vocabu-very good story!! "The Binder"
So, I have conjured up a riveting tale about the moments that bring you back home, for example not having anywhere else to live. No I did not steal that from the Nicholas Sparks movie. Ok.... so I was inspired, so what.
There Noey sat, in the nursing home speaking in an agog manner with Sally as she listened with alacrity.
"Sally, just cogitate. Tell me, are you a wag in this verdant place?" He chuckled at his own joke with ardor. "Heh, ok so it isn't so verdant" he proclaimed pointing to a vase of browning dead flowers.
Sally just stared at him in such a way that indicated she was not cognizant of his joke.
Noey and Sally were roughly the same age: old. Noey was a frequent visitor, often coming to keep her company. He would read her the same story over and over because she feigned interest and it made him feel like an auspicious author.
"Yeah so anyways, do you want me to read you the story of the binder?"
"Ummmm... sure" Sally replied. Her blithe tone belied her true feelings of aggravation.
"Yes! Alright then" He opened the binder which was filled with binder paper on which his story was written. He began to read.
The story began with a youngster named Joey who was a poor depraved individual. Joey was at the fair when Rally came to take part in the festivities on the same day. In contrast to Joey, Rally was affluent. So as you can see they were from opposite sides of the track.
Sally sighed at the predictability of the story. She was trying with difficulty to suppress her inner curmudgeon.
"Oh cool" She said.
Noey continued with the story.
They started to hang out and then went to an abandoned mansion to do whatever.
Noey couldn't help laughing at this part. After several hours he resumed reading the binder. Sally did not show approbation.
The story resumed.
The youngsters also did things like go to the beach pretending to be seagulls. But after the parents of Sally caught wind of this, they began to deprecate their friendship. Joey left because he was like "Oh welches" but promised to write every day. Sally was distraught when she didnt receive any letters, so she was like "I'm going to go elsewhere".
"Well, that's all I have so far." Noah said. "good stuff, right?"
Blood began to pour out of Sally's eyes and ears. She just couldnt take his doggerel ramblings which barely even showed any semblance of an acceptable piece of writing.
"Uh oh, this isn't good" Noah said, flustered.
She keeled over and bought the farm.
"So does that mean you liked it?" Noey inquired. Just then he began to feel some bad feelings in his stomach. "I shouldnt have accepted that mushy hamburger from that guy in the bathroom", he said collapsing next to her. The nurses found them laying next to each other, unmoving.
"Awww, they died next to each other. How quaint" The nurses all exclaimed.
|Saturday, October 3rd, 2009|
|This is only test
I wanted to test out my HTML skillz.
so do you think its good?
Well do you?!?
Current Mood: scared
|Friday, June 13th, 2008|
|Monday, June 2nd, 2008|
so yeah summer time is great... no more pencils, no more books, no more peers' dirty looks. Why do i get dirty looks? so rude. boogers are natural things! anyways many people let their brain go to waste during the summer, but not i. my head is swimming with ideas ready to burst out and grace the world with its awesomeness like in the movie Aliens. Well one of my ideas is cookin and soon i will be able to stick a fork in it and eat it like in the movie Supersize Me. So right now i am developing an idea for a movie! here is the premise:
One day, Flock Mar woke up from a catnap to find that he was in his bathtub filled with ice. Scared and confused he looked around, but no one was there. Remembering the old urban legend he heard when he was a mere youngin he ran to the pantry. Searching frantically, he threw every can in the pantry on the floor, only to find that the urban legend had manifest itself that night. His kidney beans were gone. He called the police practically screaming. When they arrived Flock explained the situation, but they saw no signs of breaking and entering. They told him they would be in touch but there was nothing they could do at the moment.
The next day at the grocery store, he wandered over to the aisle with the canned foods. He grabbed the kidney beans and looked at the label looking for clues. He read the ingredients, the suggested recipe and looked at the bean picture. He then had the eerie feeling he was being watched. Quickly, he put the can down and ran out of the grocery store.
He called the police station later that week requesting a detective be put on his case. They declined and mocked him, telling him that it sounded suspiciously like the urban legend. Flock decided that the case was now in his own hands. He searched on google for the urban legend. In 1992, a young kitten had noticed her kidney beans stolen. After much investigation, they found that a guy with a rake for a hand had taken the kidney beans to sell on the black market. It was chilling. The one thing the kidney bean stealer repeated over and over as he was being arrested was "minestrone soup! minestrone soup!".
Flock remembered the recipe on the back of the can: minestrone soup!
Just then the doorbell rang, startling Flock. As he got closer and closer to the front door the smell of minestrone soup gradually got stronger and stronger. Panicking, Flock grabbed an aluminum baseball bat. He slowly opened the door to see his neighbor holding a bowl of minestrone soup.
"Hey Flock, thanks for letting me borrow the kidney beans. I made some really good-"
Before he could finish, Flock screamed and hit the bowl with his bat, causing the soup to fly everywhere. The neighbor frowned.
"well ok then i guess you don't like soup. later"
After the neighbor left, Flock had a flashback, explaining the strange events. His neighbor had asked to borrow kidney beans and Flock had given them to him. Also, he was feeling really hot and decided to sleep in the bathtub full of ice to cool down. Flock sighed, relieved that he had finally solved the mystery. He grabbed a can of coke out of the refrigerator and took a sip. Suddenly he remembered that he had eaten pop rocks earlier. AHHHHHHHHH!! (fade to black)
Yeah pretty good stuff if i do say so myself. all i have to do is write the screenplay version, make a storyboard and shoot and that's a wrap! Current Mood: scared
|Wednesday, May 28th, 2008|
|Thursday, April 10th, 2008|
|Blogs, start ups, profit $$$!
I need a way of making millions of dollars... like now. So the plan is to start my own business and make lots of money. Well anyways, it seems easy. all i have to do is brainstorm and come up with ideas for products or services that people will pay me for and i will be filthy rich. Well i think weve all gotten busy with our lives and forgotten the lure of million dollar ideas. Get those invention wheels in gear because there is money to be made.
Lets look at current trends. so at Target there seems to be a lot of hippy-inspired clothing. Being a hippy is soo cool that you must wear a t-shirt that professes your hippy status. There are organic shirts, shirts that have peaceful sentiments, earth-friendly sayings, going green, and so on and so forth. Never has it been easier to find a shirt that supports your interest in recycling. Not that i can remember anyway. Pscifists and environmentalists are the new, i dunno, emo and hipster. So thats one trend.
Another trend is in videogame and entertainment. Games that both kids and adults can play are very popular and presumably very profitable. Videogames such as guitar hero and rock band that young and old kids can enjoy are part of pop culture. and the reason i think this is might be due to the party factor. if its fun to do drunk with a lot of people around, and fun for kids too, it will be fun for all.
The next trend is in multi-funtional devices. Look at the iPhone. People went nutz over it. paid a googilian dollars to get one (exaggeration). it can do a lot of things, like go on the internet and hold music and be a phone and whatever else it can do. I guess because it is an apple product people like it. but yeah that one little thing has all these uses, simplifying your life (supposedly). Not to mention people like little gadgets and dodads to show off.
But these are all trends are things that are going on right now. We want to think toward the future and innovate and make people believe that they cant live without it. people are so attached to their cell phones and ipods that they cannot bear to be without them. my invention must evoke this response in people. (note to self: prey on insecurities?)
So putting all this together, my idea is a robot friend that will do a funny happy dance when you recycle plastic bottles, making all those around him laugh and chuckle. Also the robot friend will be your designated driver and you can use him as a phone, camera, and sweet potato pie delivery. it will be called autotron 3000. NOBODY STEAL MY IDEA PLEASE!
The future is robot friends.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=osgHq03gGck
Post your ideas! (disclaimer: i might take them)
|Thursday, March 20th, 2008|
So I watched Enchanted for the 2nd time yesterday, and it was a hoot! Funnay songs, & everyone thought the princess was a loon! But it really gets you to think a little bit, Which is why my brain is hurtin. It makes you reflect on reality and fantasy. While fantasy has its place, sometimes it can skew the way we veiw reality, leading to disapointment. Some people may say that the fairy tales and stories we grew up with can lead to expectations that cannot be met in real life. "Happily ever after" is one of those ideas. Well when fairy tales are brought up, the first thing many people think about are Disney cartoons. But how harmful are they really? Lets analyze a few Disney movies.
Cinderella: She grew up in a bad household with evil people and always had to clean the house. Her friends were rats and birds. That really sucks. so long story short she meets the prince and is whisked away and gets married, while the stepfamily is sooo jealous! So whats up with that? why didnt she like get a job and move out and go to college or become a hunter. Oh well who really likes cinderella that much. She just had a really nice dress that was sparkly. Thats what people really want. Umm but heres a discussion question: if her face was gross would she have gotten married to the prince? Like what did they really talk about? Life is hopeless for ugly people! And where are the people of color??! This movie is so wrong.
Snow white: Where are the people of color? Did she really know the prince before they were married? Do u think she was just a gold digger in it for the status and money?
Sleeping Beauty: Did she really get to know the prince before they got married? Where are the people of color?
Little mermaid: This is ok i guess. i mean she was obsessed with the prince and wanted to become a human. but she had to get married becuase she would have become a mermaid again if she didnt right away. so really there was no choice because she wanted to continue. Her dad should have done the conversion to legs.
Beauty and the beast: physical abuse, really angry beast ummm....
Ok well im done here. this is just too much. Beauty and the beast and other disney movies discussed on these you tube sites:
Bottom line: Disney is racist and just bad and out to corrupt children!
I agree that reality can be disapointing if you expect it to be like your childhood ideologies. Try this experiment at home: Take some turtles and pour radioactive chemicals on them. Reasoning from childhood television suggests that these turtles should become ninjas. if you get something other than ninja turtles, consider everything you ever learned as a child to be one big fat stinky lie! WHY WOULDNT IT EAT PIZZA, WHY?! ok... im calm now its just... you know... excuse me i need a minute to myself... Current Mood: depressed
|Sunday, January 13th, 2008|
|Thursday, January 10th, 2008|
|The kitty hallows
Hairy Potcat sat beneath a tree and reflected on recent events. The sunny peaceful morning was a stark contrast from the previous week's chaos. He was on the run with his two friends, Rat and Hermoincat. It seemed as if the whole world had turned against him and he sighed a mewy sigh. Once, he had been the wizard cat's only hope against bad cat shenanagans lead by the Dark Cat, Chris Kitty. Everyone had since then lost hope in him. He looked up as he heard a rustling noise. It was Rat.
"'ello gov'ner. Would you like a spot of tea and crumpets, perchance?" His voice changed tone as he saw Hairy grip his lighning bolt marking in pain. "Blimey, Hairy! You must close your mind straight away, or our location will be as obvious as Big Ben to U-know-mew."
Just then Hermoincat appeared. "I've figured it out! If we just throw the greenies at the thestral cats, they will push bosenberry jelly out through their nostrils. Everybody knows that!"
"Yes, well how does that help us?" Hairy said curiously.
"Its what Calbus wanted us to figure out. remember? He said, 'those who want fruity breakfasts must give up their most desired savings', its simple."
"Perfect for crumpets." Rat added.
"Hariy you are the only one that can see thestral cats. You take the greenies and throw it at them." Hermoincat declared.
"Forget boysenberry" said Hairy, who began drooling at the sight of greenies.
"No, you must use them agaist the thestral cats. Calbus said so!" calmored the other two.
Calbus Dumblekit had been their headmaster, but had disappeared since the rain began. They were worried about his whearabouts, and had wondered if they would see his cream matted fur and black markings ever again. He was all they had.
Hairy knew a way to bring all sorts of life forms to their dwelling. He mad a good-looking kitty face with wide, concerned eyes. He looked precious! all the creatures of the forest gathered around to look at the kitty. Awwwwws could be heard from miles away. Among these creatures were thestral cats. Hairy took this opportunity to throw some greenies at them. They first began to violenly sneeze. Then boysenberry jelly began to pour out of their nostrils like toothpaste from the tube. It looked to those that could not see them that boysenberry was appearing out of thin air.
"Pip pip, cherio!" Excellent, Hairy!" Rat exclaimed.
"What do I do about all these horocruxes now" Hairy wondered aloud. Just then he slipped on the boysenberry jelly and dropped all the horocruxes into the jelly. They dissolved with a hiss.
"Well, that was easy" They all marveled.
Next day in the "Daily Kitten Watcher", the headlines read, "Really good looking kitty defeats U-know-mew"
Hairy was a worldwide hero. mew. Current Mood: scratchy
|Tuesday, January 8th, 2008|
|Who is Chris Dodd?
88% Barack Obama
87% Chris Dodd
84% Hillary Clinton
84% Bill Richardson
83% John Edwards
83% Dennis Kucinich
81% Mike Gravel
77% Joe Biden
46% Rudy Giuliani
39% John McCain
33% Mike Huckabee
28% Mitt Romney
23% Ron Paul
19% Tom Tancredo
18% Fred Thompson
2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz Current Mood: kittenly
|Friday, October 12th, 2007|
|sleep with the cats, wake up with fleas
Well rocky seemed to have aquired some nasty little bloodsucking parasites, most likely from that dirty Warrior cat. yuck! Not to worry though because Rox is now on the Advantage and i am vaccuming the whole house. soon this place will be flea free! Spent a kitty's fortune on this stuff. Kittys fortune kittys fortune.
Ive been really interested in the life of the flea after this harrowing incident. Ive learned many things about the four stages of the flea and thought u should know so that you can educate your flea-ridden peers on how they can destroy these horrible plagues on the planet earth
1. The egg- the egg is pretty fugly. It must be destroyed or else the diablo will have won and evil will spread thoughout the world. Pure evil. killl themmmmmm.
2. The larva- the larva is even more fugly and not very smart. Its like, dont you appreciate good looking kitties?? ugh. they eat poop and thats the truth. they really do eat the aldult flea poop after they hatch. arnt they gross?? Sickos. kiillllll
3. The Pupa- They really really suck. like a lot. Think of the suckiest thing ever and multiply it by infinity. that is how much they suck. the world would be so much better without these fugly things. die die die!!
4. The adult flea- bad bad creatures, and fugly to boot. they hurt poor innocent kittens and deserve to die a horrible death. Current Mood: crushed
|Wednesday, October 10th, 2007|
|Friday, October 5th, 2007|
|Self, society and inequality.... amongst cats and other topics
"All cats are created equal" is a well known quote from Thomas Kittenson in the Declaration of Independence, representing one of our most honored values in American society. However, when observing our society, it raises the question of how well we abide by this idea of equality for all cats. Throughout history and even in present times, inequalities were a part of American life. For example, there are some fugly cats and some good looking kitties. How should privilages and rights be distributed among cats? Should they all recieve the same treatment? Some experts argue that to the spoils go the crown, the crown of course being the king cat (Rocky, 2006). Others may disagree with this notion of meowness and say meow!!! I does not likes this idear (Ghost cat, 2007) !! Despite this hotly debated topic, we all know one thing:
Do not kill the kittys!!! OMG what if Warrior is homeless and gets the kitty chair! Rocky will be mewin and meowin! This is just wrong! just, u know, take him in and get him you know, sterilized. Theyre just trying to make a living in this harsh world. I blame Bush. He eats cat feet i heard. Wrong JUST WRONG! SAY NO Current Mood: aggravated
|Thursday, October 4th, 2007|
|real post l8er...
Interesting stuff from the textbook website... or more like crazy!
The Genome Song
IT'S YOUR GENOME (After All)
(Sung to the tune of "It's A Small World")
There are just four bases in DNA.
There is G and T, and there's C and A.
And their sequence in genes
Forms our guts, lungs, and spleens
From our genome after all.
It's your genome after all,
It's our genome after all,
It's our genome after all
We've great gobs of genes.
If your ACA turns to ACT
There's a world of problems
For you and me.
For the bases won't hold
And the protein won't fold
From your genome after all.
While Cerberus may act to form our pates,
Chordin helps determine our neural plates.
Cause like in days of yore
It binds BMP4
From our genome after all.
(Add your own verses)
The Histone Song
(To the tune of "Flintstones")
Meet the Histones!
They're a basic protein family.
Just four subtypes.
They're conserved evolutionarily.
Of each histone
Do their thing.
Just like beads upon a string.
Binds the complex.
And it inhibits new transcription
And the creation
Of new mRNA.
The mRNA Song
Student! I was once in your shoes;
Got no staining
On my Coomassie Blues,
All my training
Was just paying my dues;
I could not get good data.
Said: Persulfate won’t do
And the Lowry’s
Should be flushed down the loo.
They smell flowery,
But they will not get you
So study the
(yes, we study the)
It comes straight from the gene,
It can make a protein,
It’s the code that connects
The whole cellular machine!
Got the data galore,
Got new answers,
With each gel that I pour;
I can even get more.
And I churn
Out the papers.
If your work has been slowed,
Skip the protein
And go straight for the code.
Do in situs
On a fly, mouse, or toad.
When you study the
It can run on a gel,
And it blots really well.
It’s the way that you get
Your next paper in Cell.
M-R-N-A...... Current Mood: drained
|Friday, August 31st, 2007|
On oppressed skinny people:
What is harder than being a minority, being poor, hungry, treated unequally and being lonely? Well thats being skinny of course! I can tell you first hand the many trials and tribulations i must endure at the hands of this cruel society, all because i do not weigh as much as people would like. Obv i am kidding. so its not that bad, aside from all the comments. Why do people feel like they can comment on how they can break me in half or that I do not weigh (insert low weight here) soaking wet, or that i need to eat, so on and so on. Why dont they say similar things to fat people? Simple. Its because they are bigger, therefore people believe they can do more physical harm. would you rather be beat up by a string bean or an elephant? I rest my case.
Ok thats not the real reason. The real reason is that people dont think its as bad being a fatty, so these comments are harmless supposedly. "its better than being fat" ive been told. so yeah there you have it. I guess i could go into it more but i would rather move on to other topics. but i would like to add that if one is intentionally trying to be as skinny as a rail, then such comments shouldnt bother you, unless you have some real psychological probs causing your to have an ed. maybe this honesty is good.
So emos have been under criticism for a while for being whiny and negative and just sad. But lets look into it a little further. What does emo really mean?? it means "emotional". hmmm.... emotional. Who hasnt had emotions? It is just a part of being human. If youve never been emotional, I would argue that you are not truely human. maybe you are a robot. but have you seen the movie I, Robot? Even that one robot had emotions. Didnt he cry at one point? Its been a while since Ive seen that movie. All i remember is some gratuitous 3 second shot of will smith... well u know and sweet potato pie. Yeah so the robot takes on human emotions and now you cant just shut him off because that is like killing him. He is like alive, feeling and thinking and all that good junk. I predict I, robot 2 will be the story of an emo robot. Because its just inevitable.
So basically if you have no emotions you are less human than a robot.
What im getting at is if you are human and have emotions, at some point you could be condsidered "emo". but the ones that some criticize are those that complain and mope and rain on everyone eles' parade. Just being an unpleasant individual. No one wants to be around that. so if you find yourself in this state of emoness this is what i propose you should do. Use your "emo energy" to find a solution to what is making you emo. Focus on things that make you feel less emo. And for all you youngsters that get emo over litte things, for example you dont get to go to the mall today, cheer up!! Its not that bad. Take some time to be emo if you must, because we all have an emo inside.
|Monday, May 28th, 2007|
|Sunday, May 27th, 2007|
|El diablo wears fur
I rushed to the office located on the 29th floor of the Felias-lark building. My 5 inch platform stiletto heels were killing me and the black vinyl pants I decided to wear that day were seriously chafing like no other chafing experience I had ever had. Except for the rubber party I went to a few years back, but I was to drunk to notice the rubbing at the time. I climbed the stairs begrudgingly. Why didn't they have escalators in this building? The heels just made the trek up the stairs that much more unbearable, but I had to wear them because those were the only kind of footwear that were accepable working at Catwalk, the most important magazine pertaining to all things cat: cat celebrities, cat accessories, cat massages and sometimes scathing editorials on cat politics.
I had been working there for a couple months and was told that after a year I would get promoted to cat slave, something I had aspired to all my life. But first I had to pay my dues. "Oh youre Lockys new beezy!" my new coworkers gasped, "A gazillion kittens in the world would let water drip on their heads for your job!" Yeah right. As glamorous as my job seemed, it was as difficult as catching flies in the air.
My feet really began to ache the further I went until eventually they just gave out. I triped on a stair and plummeted down many steps, hitting my head and bruising my eyes along the way. When I finally stopped tumbling and landed on my neck, I breathed a sigh of relief. Only twelve broken bones. That moment of peace was shortlived, however, because at the top of the stairs I saw Locky's head.
"Meow" he hissed, "What are you doing on the ground like that? Get up immediately! Oh and I want you to clean out my litterbox. It is getting really stinky. And fill up my food bowl with only the finest. Don't forget my appointment by the windowsill. I want it done NEOW!"
"Yes Locky, right away" I managed to sqeak.
He steped on my face and jumped over my arm which was bent in a direction that arms are not supposed to be bent. Just then I remembered the elevators. How could I forget??
In my office the phone rung nonstop. Everyone called, from the queen of England to Donatello Versacat. During training, I learned I was supposed to get rid of the callers by conveying the thought of the puffed up tail onto them. "You are a scary beast!" I would yowl.
I was exhausted and barely had time for myself anymore. My eyes were pink and pus-filled and rashes covered my entire body. I knew I had to get to the doctor but I had no time. No time! Locky must be petted, Locky wants a shiny puffball, Locky wants me to examine his stool. It was physically and emotionally draining.
I couldn't take it anymore. I thought a thousand times about quitting, but I remembered my goals. This was my ticket to being a cat slave. After this year I would be a cat slave, basically the sole purpose of my existance. But one day I snapped.
"Get me something to shread, you incompetant fool. Also allow me to bite your ankles," Locky meowed impatiently. "And I would like to add, your face looks like something I dragged in!"
Tears and pus began fall down my face.
"Ive had enough! Your incessent biting, your stepping on me, shedding on all my things" I seethed. "I'm quitting. And I would like to add, you should be more curious!"
He gaped at me with wide eyes.
Later on that night I was pretty depressed. How was I to reach my dreams now? That is when I got the call that changed my life.
"Hello, is this Sandrea? Yes we would like to offer you a job at Grey Cat Enterprises. Rocky has heard quite a bit about you. Come in for an interview soon at the top bunk. and bring something to knead."
At the interview, Rocky explained the job description to me.
"Get me food and water when I want it. and pet me. and let me bite you. and step on you. and clean up my poop. anything I desire you must do for me. Comprende?"
"Everything but comprende. but I'll take the job!" I quipped.
"Thats... just not funny. Welcome to Grey Cat Enterprises nonetheless."
"So do I have to wear platform stiletto heels?" I asked nervously.
When he answered in the negative, I smiled. I thought to myself, I'm going to like it here.
EL FIN Current Mood: cranky
|Monday, May 21st, 2007|
stalking and watching
when can he claw those feet today?
the grey kitten waits
Medicine forced down the throat
"whereever he wants"
Stealing the bed
Others must sleep on the couch
The cat is king here
What do you think? Submit your own poems! :)