feline fury.

I woke up at 4pm. took a shower, put on make-up, got out the salsa, and watched American Idol. yeah, i'll admit it.
Now i'm super stalling on message boards to not have to clean this dump for the new kitty to move in. His name is Junior, and was a stray. A lovely man, blablather, took this kitten in, took care of him, took him to the vet, and found him a home. My home. He did all this, and he's even allergic. Who wins the good samaritan award? blablather. What a gentleman and a scholar. Nicest thing I've heard about this year. Now we just have to find out if my original cat, Corey Feldman can handle this. I really hope she doesn't drag Junior under the bed and eats his face off. Cuz i'd really like another cat around the house. One that won't bite my hands and hiss at me everytime i look at it, and try to eat my toes while i sleep.
cats and cats and cats.
i wish i had a dog.

I need a friend that will come when i call it, lick my face silly, stay put when i ask, go on walks, cuddle up, and bite the Music Hater.

Satan?