Good morning (for 2 more minutes).
We had nice weather over the weekend, today is still warm (for March) but, unfortunately, it's so cloudy/rainy/overcast. I want spring! I want summer!
Not much stuff to report - I've been bad & spending all my time playing roller coaster tycoon 2 lately, though I have been listing a few new things at the store every other day or so.
From a Dog's Daily Diary:
> 8:00 am Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favorite!
> 9:30 am Oh Boy! A Car Ride! My Favorite!
> 9:40 am Oh Boy! A Walk! My Favorite!
> 10:30 am Oh Boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My favorite!
> 11:30 am Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favorite!
> Noon Oh Boy! The Kids! My Favorite!
> 1:00 pm Oh Boy! The Yard! My Favorite!
> 4:00 pm Oh Boy! To the Park! My Favorite!
> 5:00 pm Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favorite!
> 5:30 pm Oh Boy! Pretty Mums! My Favorite!
> 6:00 pm Oh Boy! Playing Ball! My Favorite!
> 6:30 pm Oh Boy! Watching TV with my Master! My Favorite!
> 8:30 pm Oh Boy! Sleeping in Master's Bed! My Favorite!
> From a Cat's Daily Diary:
> Day 483 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre
> little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh food while I am
> to eat dry cereal.
> The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild
> scolding I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I
> may eat another houseplant.
> Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while
> were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs. In
> an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again
> induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair; must try this on their
> Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to
> make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into
> their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little
> I was. Hmmmm, not working according to plan.
> There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in
> solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise
> and smell of food. More importantly, I over heard that my confinement was
> due to my power of "allergies". I must learn what this is and how to use
> to my advantage. I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe
> snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to
> return. He is obviously a half-wit.
> The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant. He speaks with
> them regularly, and I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his
> current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can
> wait, it is only a matter of time...