cat catching birds
%%yellow%%5:30 AM%%, fifteen minutes before my daily alarm. like clockwork, i am awoken instead to the squealing and screeching of a bird and the violent chirps of her friends. goddammit, that damn cat is up to it again. i swear, every two days he catches a poor little bird. today was the first time i was quick enough out of bed to save the little gal. i tore totoro off of her and she flapped excitedly away.
there isn't a shortage of birds here and i would be less upset with totoro if he would actual eat them as opposed to play around with them until they die a slow painful death. little tortuous monster my cat is, but he is still cute. but evil cute, you know.
at this moment he is pestering me and the pup, tennessee williams, which means he wants breakfast. little bastard, i swear. i will break soon i am sure. but it feels like punishment for his crimes to put off his breakfast. spoiled runt! %%green%%but dang he is cute%%. %%red%%cute but evil. evil but cute.%%