I woke up this morning, wandered into the kitchen to feed the cats and then “crruuuunch”. I stepped on something crunchy and sticky in the hallway. It was my FISH! Those silly cats last night killed my fish. Specifically Pepe (formally known as Chucky). He didn’t even give him the courtesy of killing and leaving alone. No - he MURDERED him, and then mangled the body.

That fish has been with me for about 3 years now. About 4 trips back and fourth to Marquette, a move to Detroit, a sometimes stressful life with Rotini, a move to my new place… AND being left in the car overnight. But one night with Pepe and he’s a goner. I’m impressed though. Pepe had to get past the kitchen boxes, onto the kitchen counter - past the knives and into the sink where the fishy was. Kudos to you Pepe!

Pepe and Tini haven’t been getting along so well. Rotini is a little bitch to him, all hissing and trying to be big and bad. She’s half his size, and kinda of girly. He manged to get into all the cupboards and just sleeps there until Ms. Bitch Cat goes and takes a nap. He’s a lover though - lovin’ all over me and Jared when we’re watching movies or playing Burnout.

I’m never any good at ending blog entries so I’ll try this:

K - bye.