puff puff puff puff gasp choke pant pant pant gasp...collapse

My taxes are DONE!!!

I was at the reception desk answering the phones while Kellie was at lunch, and the phone rang (oddly enough) and I answered it saying:

"Good afternoon, (The Company That Must Not Be Named)."
And this guy said: "I'm looking at your web site right now!"
And I said with trepidation: "Ummmm....uh-huh...."
And he said: "...And I was wondering if you could send me some information on your company!"

And I realized that he had been looking at my company's web site, not mine!
I thought I had a stalker!

So, it's 2a and I'm drifting off to sleep, and suddenly, them bad kitties go insane!

Everybody's running around and acting weird, and Monty climbs the window bars, gets to the top, and tries to keep climbing! And he's growling and his fur is sticking straight out and he's making these funny wuffly noises, like he can't breathe, so I thought that one of the other bad kitties had ripped his nose open or something, so I chase them away, and go to Monty saying "What's wrong, baby, are you hurt?"

But he wasn't hurt and I couldn't find anything wrong, but he was still all prickly and going "wuffle wuffle wuffle" and I glanced out the window and realized that all of this fuss was because there was a strange cat on the garage roof.

Apparently, Monty The Chicken-Hearted One, who is beaten up by his brothers regularly was absolutely enraged at the sight of this strange cat having the NERVE to sit calmly on HIS garage roof! O, Monty was in high dudgeon indeed!

Took me ages to calm him down enough to be able to go to sleep. Me sleep, that is.

You know what I really hate?
People who clip their fingernails on the subway. That "snick snick" sound is so gross.

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