10/28/07
Tuxedo Cat is a very friendly cat. She followed me into the laundry room today. I didn't carry her or anything. Okay I did leave the screen door open to help Tuxedo come inside. Anyway Tuxedo hissed like an alien upon seeing Spot come up the stairs. Spot tried to come a little closer to say hello to no avail. No claws or bites were exchanged and Tuxedo Cat pranced off into the afternoon.

Later on that afternoon I was taking out the trash and decided to walk around the block to see what cafts were hanging around the neighborhood. Tuxedo Cat was lounging against the doors on the side of the building next door. I said hello, gave Tuxedo a pat on the head and went back home. Tuxedo barged through the bushes and caught up to me. We slowly made our way to the patio where Spot was watching through a window. Tuxedo wasn't coming inside this time but she was hanging around to see what was in store.

So I took Spots for a walk. As she munched on grass, Tuxedo started stalking Spot and me. Eventually Spot got fed up, circled me and approached Tuxedo who gave a low kitty growl but let Spot sniff her nose. Such are the ways of cats they got tired and went their separate ways. Spot led me back inside while Tuxedo stared then explored the stairs heading to Olympics Guy's place.

Finally Spot was home and Tuxedo went under the fence into Alaska Lady's house.

in yer dreams
Olympics Guy had moved out of the house. Upstairs Guy moved away and a bunch of neckbeards moved in. One day I came home waddling through the backyards only to find that someone was using the washing machine and had let Spot out. Funny thing is that the meth clinic wasn't next door. Instead was the house next door to my paternal grandparents. I remember their place because of the fence between the yards and their doberman-type dogs who would sniff the fence and say hello to me. I'm being ambiguous because I remember one of the dogs was smaller than one would expect a doberman to be in real life.

Instead of two doberman dogs there's a bobcat who was right ornery by nature. Spot's trotting through the yard, wandering amidst their tomato plants, oblivious and untouched by the vicious beast who was tearing my arm apart and shredding my jeans. Eventually I was able to shake off the beast, snatch Spot and make a run for the opposite fence and safety. When I looked back to see if I was being pursued I discovered that the house where I lived had been converted into a strange amalgam of my paternal grandmother's home and this house.

The third floor had a huge window that'd be facing east in waking life. Standing behind the window was my mother who was laughing at my situation.

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