None of my tricks are working on The Creepy One anymore. I've tried whining, poking, licking, walking over him, and sleeping on top of him, and somehow he actually slept to 3:30 AM. I got my much deserved pampering at that point, albeit too short, but then he rolled over and slept another two hours. Two freaking hours before I could rouse him again! And then he got another hour after that!
I'm in Hell. Must...escape. He's got some old boxes laying around, so I'm going to ship myself to Australia immediately. Goodbye life of suffering. Hello, New Mommy.
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How will you seal the box?
I'm sure at this point he can get Grant to do it ;)
Chian: Don't let yourself be brainwashed by TCO's odd blogging predilections. You would be hardpressed to top the conditions in which you live with your current Mommy and her Frenchman. Consider also the discomfort of any flight to Oz. To cheer you up, try to find favorite items of TCO and mark them (for his nostaligic reminiscing once you are home with your true Mommy) as only you know how. Stereo, flat screen TV, favorite clothing and couch items. Let us know how it works out.
nwjr - I'll dig my claws in and hang on for dear life.
Kira - whose side are you on?
Foilwoman - he will not soon forget me, especially when he tries to sleep.
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