I am so listening. I am. I'm memorizing every word you speak and at the same time, I'm noticing that your socks are different colors and there is egg yolk on your chin. And this whole conversation you don't think I'm listening to will appear in my next blog. So you might as well forgive me now.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
conversations with The Cat
In which it is decided that my purpose is to be furniture. He hopes that this is understood and he won't have to explain it one more time.