Apr. 03, 2003 - 10:07 p.m.
I am having such a good high, and I have no one to play with. They say they are tired or achey or some other lame excuse. They look at me with this wary glance that says, "I do not think the cage we brought will hold this one." And then they back away slowly.
I feel as if I have eaten a huge scrumptious feast, and now I want to just curl up and purr. No one will scratch my tummy. =( No one will be my pillow.
The cute pouty little smile stopped working, and it would be far too much for me to order in something to gnaw on. Mmmmmmmmmm...taste like chicken. But really I just need to lick, long strokes up someone's spine. I want to catch all the sticky, yummy goodness before it melts in this heat.
No one will play with me, and I am poured into this chair so snugly, I don't think a huge Aunt Jamima spatula can pry me off this seat. And they keep trying to feed me ketchup. Says it will ground me, but I'd rather fly.
Why won't anyone play with me?
=(
Oh, maybe that's why....I think I just broke something. Woops.
