January 19, 2007
What a horrible day. You know, I gave up my desire for world domination in favor of being a dedicated family member. I have been very patient with Annie. Today, however, we stepped over the line. Daddy took a lunch break today. Abnormal, but it seemed ok, given that I was asleep on the bed. Well, my ignoring the situation turned sour. I looked up when a towel was placed on the bed, thinking that it couldn't have anything to do with me. The next thing you know, I was wrapped in a towel and headed for the truck. What the heck? I complained the whole way. I voiced my opinion on the matter the entire way to school.
We sat in the truck for what seemed an eternity. I guess it was really only about ten minutes. I continued to voice my concern at this abuse, but Daddy wrapped me in a towel, and we left the truck. There were children all over the place. I lost count of how many kids ran up to pet me and admire me. Under normal circumstances, I would have taken them under my power, but I was too concerned at being out of my element. We finally reached the classroom. Who shares a cat? How did I get into this situation? No one even asked me!
Because of the towel, I refrained from using my most potent weapon: urination. We entered the classroom, and there was no one there. Thank goodness. Daddy took a seat in a comfortable chair, and I snuggled into his arm. What torture was going to come next? I quickly looked around the room to find a good hiding place, but Daddy's hands were firm. In a few minutes, the class showed up. The tried to be polite, and came in quietly and slowly. Then it began... the hell that is known as Show-and-Tell. I was the Show, and Annie provided the Tell. I was pet by 20+ kids. One kept his distance due to allergies. I had a fleeting moment where I thought it sucked to be him. We spent about fifteen minutes there, and I suffered the ultimate in humility.
By the time we left, the playground was empty, and we made it to the truck without anyone rushing in for a look. I complained briefly, but waited until we were in the truck and driving home to let Daddy really have it. I complained all the way home. He didn't have much to say. He put me on the floor when we entered, and I sprawled out, and continued my complaining. After twenty minutes, I realized that it wasn't doing any good. He was back to work on that stupid computer. I crawled into the blue chair, snuggled into a blanket, and tried to sleep off my mental damage. Don't talk to me. I'm going through internal rehab...
I need a change...
We sat in the truck for what seemed an eternity. I guess it was really only about ten minutes. I continued to voice my concern at this abuse, but Daddy wrapped me in a towel, and we left the truck. There were children all over the place. I lost count of how many kids ran up to pet me and admire me. Under normal circumstances, I would have taken them under my power, but I was too concerned at being out of my element. We finally reached the classroom. Who shares a cat? How did I get into this situation? No one even asked me!
Because of the towel, I refrained from using my most potent weapon: urination. We entered the classroom, and there was no one there. Thank goodness. Daddy took a seat in a comfortable chair, and I snuggled into his arm. What torture was going to come next? I quickly looked around the room to find a good hiding place, but Daddy's hands were firm. In a few minutes, the class showed up. The tried to be polite, and came in quietly and slowly. Then it began... the hell that is known as Show-and-Tell. I was the Show, and Annie provided the Tell. I was pet by 20+ kids. One kept his distance due to allergies. I had a fleeting moment where I thought it sucked to be him. We spent about fifteen minutes there, and I suffered the ultimate in humility.
By the time we left, the playground was empty, and we made it to the truck without anyone rushing in for a look. I complained briefly, but waited until we were in the truck and driving home to let Daddy really have it. I complained all the way home. He didn't have much to say. He put me on the floor when we entered, and I sprawled out, and continued my complaining. After twenty minutes, I realized that it wasn't doing any good. He was back to work on that stupid computer. I crawled into the blue chair, snuggled into a blanket, and tried to sleep off my mental damage. Don't talk to me. I'm going through internal rehab...
I need a change...
Lilo the Cat Survivor of Purgatory