Dec 13, 2018
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My hunger for grapes is sudden and insatiable
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My hunger for grapes is sudden and insatiable
SICK NASTY FARTS
Grumps ran into one of his fans while we were on vacation. Apparently he does well in the crazy cat demographic.
Susie's brother Tom stopped by to take her back to the kitten rent a center. He apparently has the same condition as Grumps that I currently refer to as "Floofy Old-Man-Ear-Hair."
After hours of siege, the barricades to the promised garden fell down around the mad doctor's lab. I rushed right into combat, knocking happy turtle over as he tried to figure out which side his sword should be sheathed on. Torgo was waiting in the inner-sanctum, claws ready. I brandished my aluminum blade and we fought back and forth until Torgo slipped and fell on to his back. After deciding that we could just move the garden to a less hazardous location in the lab, I helped him regain his footing and we went about cleaning up the laboratory before Papa got home.
Apparently Happy Turtle did not actually have Torgo's permission to lease out the space between the PCR machine and chemical hood for my victory garden. No matter. I served in the civil war, WW1, WW2, Vietnam, Korea, and everything else in between. These iron bars and crudely assembled cardboard barriers will crumble before the days end.
Well I had a lot to do today. I woke up at 6 am and warmed up Grump's slippers like I promised and then I set out to replace all the IDs, credit cards, and keys I lost during my birthday celebration, which was amazing. On my way out the door though, I noticed some rubber bands and got sidetracked. I will figure out all that boring stuff tomorrow.
That narcissistic squirrel needs my help again. Apparently, they are stuck in Indiana without any money and only one cell phone. Not surprisingly, they called from Pookie's phone. I am normally asleep by 8pm, so that megalomaniac owes me a solid. I will probably have him wake up every morning before me and warm up my slippers. I love warm slippers.