A Thrilling Adventure

I’ve heard it said that complaining will never get you anywhere. On the contrary, I find it has been a very effective tool in getting more followers, as well as more comments, on my blog. To all you who responded to my whiny post – many thanks!

Something of great interest happened yesterday morning, which I am sure you will not object to hearing. I was swimming around my bowl, deliberating and contemplating, especially in regards to my untidy home. I was considering that I have too many possesions for such a small area, and that it might be wise to take into account my future comfort and get rid of some of it. I was speculating about how I would go about such an exertion, when I happened to glance out the window.

I saw the most dreadful face in the window – looking at me! It was furry, and white, and sort of flat, with two pointy ears. Terrified as I was, I did not loose my head but ran and got my encyclopedia. Ah, that dear old encyclopedia! It was my grandmother’s, and though it greatly increases my clutter, I would not get rid of it for worlds.

As I paged through the encyclopedia, I kept one eye on the face in the window – having two rather large eyeballs placed at the sides of your head enables you to do this with very little effort. I found the creature at last. I had heard of this beast many times, although I had never seen one. The Fam is too considerate of my delicate nerves to keep one around. It was, in truth, a Cat. May I never see anything so hideous again – those horrifying green eyes, watching me hungrily.

The window was closed – for that I am most grateful, otherwise I would not be here telling you this interesting story. It is interesting, isn’t it? The Cat sat and watched me for about half an hour. Meanwhile, I swam round my bowl and made faces at it, and said some rather obnoxious things to it which I would rather not repeat here where the Fam could see it.

In the end, the Cat jumped down and ran away (probably to go cry to its mama), leaving me with a thorough contempt for any of the feline species.

Unfortunately for my reputation as a photographer, in all the uproar and excitement of fright I did not take one single picture of the Cat. Not one. I do hope the taker of the following photograph will oblige me with its use in pointing out the silly expression found on the faces of most of the species, and that the readers of this blog will excuse any obnoxiousities I may have bequeathed on the animal, as I am sure they will when they see the picture, which really looks remarkably similar to the Cat I saw yesterday.

What's The Use

My weekend fling is over and done with, and all week long I have been the model of propriety. And what has it gotten me? Nothing. Not even a comment on my blog.

I End My Insurgence

Wow! What a weekend! I had the best time ever! I didn’t talk on the phone with all my friends, though, like I was hoping to. I don’t have very many friends, and the ones I do have don’t talk on the phone.

I drove the car (hopefully they’ll never notice the dent in the fender). I played outside and got sunburned, which was an invigorating experience, especially trying to put sun block on. It made my water all cloudy and then I had to go change it. I ate junk food – got sick. I took the bus and went to the mall, where I was unable to buy anything because I didn’t have any money and I was high enough to reach the counters. There was this really awesome pair of sunglasses I wanted, too! Disappointing. While at the mall, I met a new fish. He was in a store, and his bowl was smaller than mine. That fish had to be neurotic. He didn’t pay any attention to me, he just swam around and around and around and around. I think it was the stuff they were feeding him. No flakes most likely, and never any shrimp.

I tried the birthday party. But none of my friends could come, so I had to do it by myself. Hence the junk food blowout, and hence the getting sick. I played pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, which was a blast. I’ve never done that before. I won.

I baked cookies – hence the birthday party, hence the junk food, and hence the getting sick. They were chocolate. Talk about delicious! I bet Emily will want me to do all the cookie baking from now on – I had no idea I was so talented!

I couldn’t read any comic books. I would have had to buy them, and I didn’t have any money and I couldn’t reach the counters anyway.

All in all, it was a most edifying and remarkable weekend. Now that I’ve tried all the things I’ve always wanted to do, I can settle back down and be mature.