Dear Diary,
I rolled out of bed today, rolled down the hallway, and into the kitchen. We need to swiffer. I know this because I now look like a giant dust bunny. I found KT there, and was surprised because she had not been home in days. She thought she had been at home, but she wandered into a Bed Bath & Beyond for awhile and the employees had to take her home. She hasn't been the same since Harry's kittens double teamed her face.
We had 311 called on us the past three days, Nat is still in her chihuahua phase. Unfortunately, there's no snapping her out of it. I don't mind her being a dog so much because that means I have a free ride everywhere.
After a hearty breakfast of white chocolate, milk chocolate, and dark chocolate, KT and I went job hunting in the city. She threw me in a sling and we were off! She applied to various restaurants in Times Square, including Bubba Gump. For reasons unknown to me, they hired her. It was three hours in the kitchen, before they realized that she was not just a klutz, she was legally blind. I was perfectly content, though, rolling in the frying batter.
When we got home, Nat had somehow adopted 8 more kittens for our household. I just don't know how we'll be able to support ourselves and our 14 baby cats that we love, oh so much. Maybe we can have a tv show? A steady source of income would be nice, considering KT only worked 3 hours today and was promptly fired.
Dinner time! Chocolate soup?! YAY!
Love,
Mo
I will feed the cats woof woof and you've gotten heavier stop letting KT feed you chocolate woof woof or I won't be able to carry you anymore
man i feel bad for those girls. i think i'll donate some money to help feed those 14 kittens!
Wow, these girls sound like trouble. Especially that schizo-dog girl and the one with no legs...