Sunday, March 16, 2008

Another Easy Sunday

I apologize for not writing this week. Mom has been freaking out a lot. Between her Pain and Torture, midterm grading, and trying to find a more permanent hunting jobbie, she has been forgetting a lot of things. Specifically, leaving the computer on so I can catch up on my writing.

Anyways, one of the nice benefits of Mom being so stressed out is that she tends to leave clothes piles on the big box in the corner of the room. That becomes the perfect little sleepy spot for me.

So here's my Easy Like Sunday Morning photo:

Friday, March 7, 2008

Grading Help

It's that time of the semester for Mom: mid-semester grading hell.

Now we all know that teachers can lose their minds while grading, right? So, it is my duty as a kitty to keep that from happening. What does this mean? Knocking the papers off her desk, stealing her pens to play with, and sitting on anything she is grading. She may complain about it when I do it but we all know she really loves it 'cause it breaks the tedium of grading. And I am saving her sanity in the process.

When I found out she will spend this weekend grading, I got ready.


Mom decided to "go green" this year as a new years resolution. So this semester all her students did their papers electronically. This means no papers and no "red pens o' death." How shall I keep her from losing her mind? The computer is too big for me to knock off the desk (and anyways I think Mom would strangle me if I did).

I know: I shall steal her mouse! It's cordless too! And I'll walk all over her keyboard! As yes. Those shall work. Off to do my duty as a loyal kitty.

Monday, March 3, 2008

Poop On You!

Every time the Mom and Dad get Domino's it means the Great Chicken Hunt for me. Dad always gets the chicken wings and no matter how hard he tries, he can't keep chicken away from me.

Last night was pizza night. You know what that means, right? Nom, nom, nom for the Monkee. So I go to steal some wings and manage to get a nice chunky piece o' chicken. When I bite into it, yeeeeooooow! Dad ordered the hot wings. Bah. It took me fifteen minutes to get the burn out of my mouth.

So Dad, this is for you:

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