Under the Knife

Love/Hate - didn't somebody say there was a thin line? Is that line a slash mark?


Little baby kitty Dax is going under the knife as we speak. He will go from a Man Cat to a Boy Cat once more.

I have mixed emotions. Rice was scattered all over the kitchen floor this morning. I almost slipped like one of those cartoon characters on a banana peel. Sound effects and all.. woop woop wooooop... It was that DARN RASCAL DAX! He got into the cupboard...pulled out the rice and chewed THROUGH the plastic bread bag.... Half asleep stumbling through the kitchen i made this discovery. 'Woop!" I slipped. I knew something was up when the first slice i pulled out was rock hard and only a third of a peice of bread. " Grrrrrr...daxxx," I mumbled in a low tone. I love stale sandwiches. Stale sandwiches a la Dax. Ooo I just wanna kill 'em! You think the Doc can do a lobotomy as well?

Oh, I hope my little baby kitty is alright. He is, after all, just a kitten.

Some days I hate him.

But then he's so sweet all curled up next to me purring his heart out. he's just a sweet little street rat lookin' for love, he doesn't mean any harm.

Trash everywhere... OOH that Dax I hate him!

Aw cuddly sweet kitty...

The love/hate struggle goes on and onnnnn