What have I gotten myself into? I should put this out there right away. I. Don't. Fucking. Like. Cats. Or. People. I was trying to get the damn lady to go away. I didn't think I would be scheduled into her day. G-d damnit. I don't have the patience for this. Did I mention that I don't like cats? I mean, what the hell was I supposed to do? I answered my door, and what do I get for my trouble?
"I heard a gun.
It wouldn't be fun.
if I should die,
not say goodbye,
and leave my cats alone
without a home."
First off. Alone does not rhyme with home. Second off, screw the gun, you're gonna die because you're fucking OLD. And Third. Why did I agree to look after her cats?
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Take Care of my Cats When I Die
ReplyDelete8:45 PM
I came home late tonight, at about 7. I've spent the last hour and a half visiting my neighbors. Being friendly. Asking them if they would mind taking care of my cats if I died.
8:48 PM
See if I ever do anything for them. Some neighbors they are.
8:50 PM
Well, Sue Strieghkner said he'd look after them. But I don't think he meant it. What a horrid little boy. He called me old.
8:55 PM
I'm not old. I think I should go to bed now. Good night.
12:07 AM
Still not old. Using the bathroom at odd intervals means NOTHING.