Sunday, October 25, 2009

Psychoanalysis

Sometimes I imagine I'm a dog. Even though it's great being a cat, I often display characteristics of being an animal that says "Woof" instead of "Meow."
  • I come when my name is called
  • I play fetch with my toys
  • I beg for food
  • I run to the door when my humans come home
Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't give up my feline ways if you paid me. But, still...some days it would be great to look like this:
Then I'd be able to go out for a walk
and get pet by
even more people.

Weather: Kinda warm lately,
but I don't mind as long as the sun shines.

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