Oh, CRAP!

I've had four footbaths in the last 24 hours. Just can't seem to master the whole burying-my-poop-without-stepping-in-it thing. I don't know how my big bruther Mao does it. I've kinda had the sqwerts, too, which makes it that much worse. Oh, woe is me. We did get to watch TV last night, which I really like to do. The TV is a big bright box with little people and music in it --- kind of like the cat heeters in the office, but with sound, and more akshun. The Food Lady and the Food Dude sit farther away from the TV than they do the cat heeters in the office, and the TV doesn't have one of those plastik trays in frunt of it with all the buttons on it that they press reel fast (I think the plastic tray is called a keybord, because about 20 times a day I hear, "OH SKEEZIX! DON'T WOK AKROST THE KEYBORD!" when I try to press the buttons on it.) We watched something called either "The West Wing," or "The Left Wing." I'm not sure which one it is. The Food Lady says "West" and the Food Dude says "Left." The Food Dude says if Alan Alda wins, they'll have to call it the "Right Wing," but I don't know what that meens. All I know is that I got to kerl up on the Food Lady's sholder for an hour, and nap and purr. That was reel nice. Watching the "Whatever Wing" show is better for napping than "Whose Line is it, Anyway?" becuz the Food Lady and the Food Dude don't laff so hard and slap thare legs during the Wing show, and it lasts twice as long as "Whose Line." Well, that's all for today... gotta go hit the cat box.

Oh, CRAP!

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