Interlude (with teasers)

Cat: Why are you cleaning the flat?
Me: We might get visitors in the near future.
Cat: Oh crap, I'll go get rid the secret stash of a-
Me: Not that kind of visitors. Real people.
Cat: Ok, but why are you all weird and stuff? And shouldn't you write something about something?
Me: Uhm, I think maybe the painkillers are building up in my system or something. I do indeed feel weird, and probably shouldn't post anything hate-related right now.
Cat: But you have many hate-related documents going, I've seen them. More about music, the body and some rather big ones on religion, politics and everything, right? Even redoing the 10 comm-
Me: No, no spoilers Potatobeak.
Cat: Could you at least figure out how to link and divide words correctly in English?
Me: Shut up. Go eat something.
Cat: I wish I was a lion.
Me: Right, sure, whatever.
Cat: Then I'd eat you.
Me: ...

I will not to turn this into another blog about cats. It's all about the hate. Promise.


"I don't like the drugs, but the drugs like me." - M.M.