May 08, 2005

Yeah, that was me running down the hall like my ass was on fire this morning. And yeah, that was me hollering my freaking head off. And sure, I threw all my body weight against the bedroom door to get it open.


It was not my fault the Woman was still asleep. I felt the need to run down the hall while shouting. And the door was mostly closed, so I needed to thunk against it with full force to pop it open. What's the problem?

Oh, and no matter what the Woman said in her blog yesterday, I wasn't stuck on top of the bathroom door. I was balancing there. Is there something wrong with a kitty blancing on top of the bathroom door?

I think she was just jealous, because she'd never fit up there.

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