Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Wanda Sykes

is my cat's alias human name. When I think of what my cat would say, it always comes out in a Wanda Sykes voice.

"Get your a** to work. You betta feed me 'fore you leave. I'll scratch all your stuff up." "Why EVERY time he gotta eat, he gotta chew! What's wit this chewing!?"
Wanda Sykes

We brought home Bandit on Sunday, and he and Aria have not been the best of friends. We expected this, seeing as our cat has been the only one for all of her life. We keep them separated when we're at work, but when we come home we'll let them out around the apartment together. And every time, I can just hear Aria saying:

"What da hell he think he's doin? Comin in here acting like he owns da place. Well I got news for him!"

Aria is by far the psycho cat, and I'm thinking she'll kick Bandit's butt before it's all over with. He backs down, and runs and hides.

And I can't help but think it's 'cause in cat language she's chewing his butt out!

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Missing Ben

Ben is my Godson. And he turns 4 in a few days. It really breaks my heart that he's so far away in my home town, and I only get to see him briefly when I go visit. The last time I went home was about three months ago, and here he was playing hand held video games and talking up a storm, when the time before that, he was mumbling randomness and not really making coherent thought. He's shy, and so when I go see him I just want to hug him, but he only knows my name and he doesn't really want to come hug me.

So, unfortunately, his birthday party is happening this weekend. His mom says all he wanted to do was have his party at Chuckie Cheese! My little man is growing up, and the time when he can be the most interactive is the time where I'm so busy I cant even go see him.