Throne Monkey

Friday, August 08, 2008

I guess I will not be going with Mom and the big man to the place where sad people sing sad songs and cry in their drinks called Nashville when the people babies get here. I don't like people babies anyway, so I will just stay home by myself. Mom and the big man are still all worked up waiting for the people kid Julie and her man to call about the people baby.

Since Mom and her big pink suitcase are not going anywhere, we have had lots of time together. Every morning the big man lets me in and gives me cat treats. Then he wakes up Mom and we all have coffee. I usually fight with the big man for a bit before he goes to work. Then Mom puts on her white shoes with laces and a cap and runs away. But she comes back. I wait for her by the mail box and jump out to get her when she comes back. Then me and Mom do stretches called yoga and she waters our pretty flowers all in pots in our yard.

Mom has to clean up and go to her new office upstairs to work. Sometimes I go to work with her to help her. I attack her printer and eat her rubber bands. Sometimes I lay on her files so they will not get lost. Sometimes I do not go to work with Mom in her new office. Sometimes I stay outside.

I was outside on the day that was yesterday and a big truck came to our house. The big truck left a bunch of stuff in our driveway. I did not know what this stuff was but Mom did.

When the big storm came to our house and blew over our nice tree and broke our fence, it blew some of the top of our house off. It blew the tops off our neighbors' houses too so all the people that have houses on our street have to get new tops on all their houses. Mr. and Mrs. Neighbor got their new top before and I did not like it! A bunch of people came to their house and made loud hammer noises for a bunch of days. It was too noisy.

I am glad we will get a new top on our house but I will not like for the people to come to our house and make hammer noises for a bunch of days. That will bother me when I am napping and that is not cool and I am a cool cat.
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