Monday started out tense for me but once again I maintained a good poker face. Unfortunately my crazy half got out but I goaded him back into his cell and ended the day on an up-note.
Living in an above-ground apartment building I was host to a humble menagerie. Four dogs, one of which was the reincarnation of beloved Ben, and seven cafts. The dogs lived under the sink out of ailurophobia. My cats had the run of the apartment and tended to sleep in giant piles of cat or laundry, whichever were warmer.
We piled into my car, which I believe was the reincarnation of my old Pontiac Grand Am which brought me to Colorado, and headed to the nearest parking lot. Our journey was guided by a faint pillar of green light. I parked the car, undid the cardboard which passed as the hood and everyone scampered into the light.
In the light was a great big department store. The manager kept yelling at me that I wasn't supposed to get in here that easily and went at length about the steps I needed to take in order to succeed at my quest.
I was satisfied and very happy that I had the company of more than one cat.
