A lot has gone on since my last blog post. The biggest happening is that I moved out of Cody’s. There was far too much interferance going on and I was tired of being treated like shit when I’d done nothing wrong.

Note that Cody isn’t the one at fault. The interferance party consisted of two of his family members and one of his friends. Cody and I are still friends, I just don’t live with him anymore *shrugs*

I no longer have my own bedroom and instead of ‘going to bed’ I ‘go to couch’ instead, but beggars can’t be choosers and I am, in all honesty, much happier here.

I’ve got my sleeping buddies (Tigger and BoBoe) back and woke up this morning to four newborn baby kitties. I was hoping a solid black one would be in the bunch but I wasn’t so lucky. Instead we got two tiger-stiped and two dark grey ones. All of which are very cute!

Naturally I had to pick each one up, smell it, give it a kiss on the head and place them in a box (with their mommy of course). There really is nothing that smells like a baby kitty.. except a baby kitty. It isn’t a bad smell, I love it but it’s just hard to explain. It’s sort of like a newborn human baby, they just smell good for no apparent reason and they all smell the same.

Other than that I really haven’t been doing much other than terrorizing my mother and her boyfriend.. and his kids. A lot of laughter which is much needed after the four months of ‘hell’ I went through.

Robby set himself on fire with gasoline, Barry cut the end of his pinky off, BoBoe turned into inspector gadget, Mom and Tim got drunk and fell over a giant boulder…

Now I know people setting themselves on fire and cutting their pinkies off doesn’t sound funny but it really is. A - we still have no clue how Robby managed to catch himself on fire in the first place, B - I made him put an entire stick of butter on his face C - Barry was convinced the entire tip of his pinky was gone when in reality it was just a bad cut.. You really just had to be there and view it to understand the humor in it.

As for Boboe and his new inspection job.. I can’t even wash the soap out of my hair in the bathtub without feeling a paw on my forehead every five seconds. He literally inspects everything. His food, other animals, my cloths, the bathtub, the roof… and if it doesn’t add up to his furry standards he’ll come and bug the shit out of you until you follow him to the problems source and fix it.

He is, without a doubt, the weirdest cat I have ever known. The sad part is that he’s my cat and I more than likely have full blame over his weirdness. *shrugs*

We also have a new potty inspector named Jaylin. Apparently whenever you put purple soap into the potty and swish it around it becomes a baby splash-fest. The bad part, pottys are gross; the good part, the soap makes it clean and disinfects so the baby is in no real danger *wipes forehead*

Did you ever do shit like this when you were little? The worst thing I ever did was eat a handful of dirt and that was only because Chris (Jaylin’s daddy / my brother) told me it was candy.. the fucker *grumbles*