Friday, January 6, 2012

There is a cat in my pants

I just went to get dressed and go see a friend (The Fondue Goddess)... and there is a cat in my pants.

I will say it again because it bears repeating....


It's not Lilly... thank god... she'd be judging me... "You are going outside... again? WTF hoonam?!"

It's not Zoe... this is a good thing because she's so fat she'd rip them out.

It's not Meep... That is sad... All I'd have to do is pat my leg and she'd come over and I could have my pants back.

It's Trance.

Trance is the devil... She is evil... bad tempered... ho-bag, bitchy, snarly, clawed, razor edged, demon of a wild animal that lives in my kitchen. (Unless I am in the kitchen... Seriously, she can't stand to be in the same room with me most of the time. If I am in the kitchen, she is not.) This evil... puss-ifer of a cat is in my pants.

I have no choice. I'm going to go pick up the Fondue Goddess without pants...

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