Darn Those Catnip Hangovers!

Okay, obviously I am going to have to set a better example for my cats. How can I expect them to give up THEIR addictions when I haven't given up mine? Guess I'll have to stop the fried chicken cold turkey! The sacrifices I make . . . .

Deep, dark confession!

Ok, I'll admit it. I've done something tonight I'm just not proud of. We all have our snapping points, and I'm no exception. I acted in anger. I acted in haste. I acted on impulse. In my only defense, let me just say it has been a looooooooonnngg week for me and I am only human (most of the time). I could handle the fact that I had to stay late tonight at work because the Corporate Distress driver was running behind schedule. I could handle the fact that someone in corporate kept me on hold on the phone even longer. And I am somehow resigned to the fact that my job is being relocated to another city on July 14th, and that I am searching the want ads e'en now. All this I can bear individually, but the cumulative effects? Have pity, friends, or at least understanding!
So yes, I did it! That's right - I bought a dinner box of Popeye's fried chicken and had my way with it! And the cats didn't even get any! That's right - I ate FRIED chicken! With biscuit! And the red beans and rice! Go ahead and tell the Endocrine Group! See if I care! I've slain a chicken dinner . . . .
. . . . and I'll do it again . . . .

Haikus For The End Of The Knight

Do Not Go Gently
Into That, Good Knight, I Say
My Flesh Is Tender

Your Lance Breaks Neatly
In My Grasping, Clasping Claws
Who Is Sorry Now?

My Breath Is Awful
And Not Only In Morning
You Will Feel It Now

Can You Sense The End?
The Death Of Heroes Is Sad
But Never Causeless

I Am My Hero
You Are The Wicked Burglar
This Is My Home Cave

The Princess Is Dead
Your Questing Is So Futile
I Pity You, Knight

My Dinner Arrived
Wrapped In Most Beautiful Foil
That Is Empty Now

Dessert Is Here Too
For Wherever There Are Knights
There Are Always Squires

Another Trinket
Broken Weapons And Glitter
Line My Cave Once More

Presenting the True Masters of the House!

Of course, some people may foolishly think I am lord (or lady) of my domain, but the real, pathetic truth is, my presence here is merely tolerated because I have shown such a natural knack for opening cans and cleaning water dishes! Well, at least it's nice to feel needed! And if I make coy and clever use of the Petsmart coupon I just got, I may even be allowed to stay awhile . . . .