Shower, clothes, breakfast...

And no rush.

I can be here as long as I like.
No looking at the clock, no worrying about work.
No fretting about being tired or hungry or not finding the socks I wanted.
(What kind of socks am I wearing? Monkey socks, of course!)

Bliss, just bliss.
*sits and enjoys the moment*

Lazy errands calling my name....

Pretty soon I'm putting in some laundry--I'd have the whole laundry room to myself; I can't resist an opportunity like that!

And mail off bills.

And I promised myself a glove-shopping expedition. And a walk.

I've been listening to MPR again...If Walter Mondale does take Wellstone's place I'll breathe a little easier. I think it's churlish that the GOP wants debates with Mr Mondale for 5 days straight befor the election--I mean, come on, you heartless bastards, we haven't even buried Paul yet, show some class!!! Mondale hasn't even agreed yet, assuming he'll agree at all!


The Neopolitans have a way of looking at Purgatory and the afterlife; namely that you do not go to Hell after you die because they consider this life as Hell. It sure feels that way lately when I take a look at our situation lately....

Maniacal Monkey-Schtuff....

...Various kitties belonging to various abducted-by-monkeys-LJer's haven't been fed for Quite Some Time...

And one kitten in particular misses her favorite chew-toy.

One by one they congregate together as they head to the Northeast, following the Tiny Kitten.

Heinlein once said about a cat that could walk through walls that it was possible "because no one told him not to..."

When was the last time you told your cat not to walk through a wall?

And so it was.....




Meanwhile, our tragic band of hog-tied heroes are in sight of one Very Angry Maus, reading the Riot Act to one particular Sock Monkey. Not even the wonderful smell of pizza from the stacked tables to one side can distract them from their glee at finding their long-lost friend...or can it?
Okay, probably not for long...
*MMf!* *chew chew chew chew chew*
"No reallyth, we're really very glad to see youf"
"Now can you get the stupith monkeys to--Hey, watch it with the cattleprod, you Monkey!!! AAAIGH!"

"I've been trying to talk sense into these guys," Said the Maus. "But you know, they're really not that bright. It's really hard to get anything into their fluffly little heads!"
As she says this, several monkeys go running past carrying a small microwave, several marshmallow peeps and some cheeze-whiz.
"I mean, do you know how hard it is to keep their attention for more than a few minutes unless they think it's really funny?"
*KABOOOOM!*
More monkeys run past, covered in exploded peeps and melted Cheese-Whiz.

"You see the problem...and they're hard to catch, too!!! Even with the long butterfly nets? What am I gonna dooooo?!?!?"


Meanwhile, the footfalls of many, many cats come closer.

closer

closer than that, even.....