Call her Nightmare?
MJ sez, "Yah. Be lucky your cats (hers) don't weigh 3000 pounds."
Dirt too hard for a post digger? Jesus.
Lupita just came in and got on the bed here, and bit my foot. First she rubs it, annoyingly, and then bites it hard. That makes me yell, and she takes off, clawing me. She's out now, bugging something else. Jumps against the door twice an hour to get in. Or just opens the back door herself. Fui claws her way up the side of the bed, putting holes in the sheets, because she is too old to jump. Then sits between me and my keybd, on my chest. Licks my face. Yuk. Keet, crawls up under my legs, continuously, like a psycho. She will bite if you try to move her. Need leather gloves. Stumpy bangs on the door, comes in, runs to the bed and jumps on it, to scare all the rest, see them scatter, and hopefully start a fight or sit on someone who pretends not to be scared. He just gets up next to them, kneads a bit, steps over them, front paws over, and then sits on them. 17 pounds of message.
Goddam nuisance that drives me effing nuts. But MJ will say, "She's ohlld. Help her up." Goddamit.
Nightmare.
Speaking of, Lupita is at door. It is 90 year old cedar, they are turning to cedar shavings.
Stress. Next cat will be named StressTest. |
