A raddidge-less Saturday was made entertaining by Spot's many voyeuristic visitors. Gross cat showed up, yowled and Spot came running to say hello.
Gross cat? Who's gross cat?
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Spot and Gross Cat were staring at each other, rubbing against the window and generally being sociable little kitties who are separated by half a centimeter of glass. Soon Gross Cat and Spot started sparring, whapping the windows much to their delight. I got off my fat ass and opened the window a crack. Neither cat hissed and seemed to genuinely want some company.
For ten minutes, I tried to lure Gross Cat into my apartment so he and Spot could say hello and get to know each other before the big stupid houseape threw Gross Cat back outside. First and foremost his paws were really dirty. I used to joke about kitties having muddy little paws and leaving their mark everywhere but I've never seen a cat with such dirty paws. Pudding, my beloved black cat who passed away many years ago, was an outside cat and she was much cleaner than this cat.
Gross Cat came into the apartment then jumped out when I tried to pat his wee apple head. He would only stick his head in afterwards no matter how much I tempted him with food and Mr. Naughty Octopus. When Spot came back in the room she went up onto the ledge and was happy to gaze upon Gross Cat.
That's when Gross Cat earned his nickname. Gross Cat turned around, shook his tail and left a dribble of pee on the outside of the window. Dirty little fucker. I went outside and sprayed it with my squirt bottle full of bleach and water. Gross Cat was just catting around for a little pussy's pussy. Unfortunately he doesn't know that Spot's not interested what with being spayed and whatnot.
My mother called me and woke me out of a sound sleep. Her voice was very faint on the phone. After repeating herself a couple of times, I learned she wanted me to pick her up and drive her out to buy a calendar. I yelled, "I'm in Colorado!" Mom hung up.
I went upstairs and found a large brown labrador pup with wet, matted hair. Katie had grabbed the pup and shook him several times to assert her dominance as top dog. When I went downstairs again, I found a perky Ben wandering around who became my shadow.
Afterwards there was a sexual interlude that had me waking up several times. Not in real life but in my dream. I'm surprised that I was dreaming about the act of sleep. The first instance was early in the morning and the next few instances were only minutes apart from each other. Finally I woke up and it was the middle of the night, around 3 or 4 a.m.. Panic siezed me and I tried to catch up with my lost life and massive oversleeping.
Right now I'm just keeping myself from reading between the lines. I haven't made her laugh in quite some time. I'm an overbearing ass and always seem to cut her off and when I do ask what she was going to say then she'd just say "Oh it wasn't important" and act like nothing happened. If she hates me or if I've lost any luster in her eyes then I probably deserve it.
