CrystalGeezer
My secret's my enzyme.
My neighbor tried to help and did, he found him hiding under the succulent bushes on the other side of the pool from my door in our gated complex. He had his eye on my door the whole time, the TWENTY times I checked for him last night and all day. Little shit. Enjoying his teenage freedom. Then my neighbor with good intentions tried to lure him out w a golf club. Carwash ran out of his hiding place and bolted out the gate which HAPPENED to be propped open for a new neighbor unloading his car. He ran down the street away from my neighbor chasing him with a nine iron.
. I said thank you and tried over and over to get my neighbor to STOP "HELPING" as he was just driving him further away, into traffic. Then I went up and down the street with my crinkly bag of Temptations treats. Nothing. He was hidden, but at least he wasn't under any of the cars on the street, Barney and j checked all of them. So now he's out and in the car zone. I was going MAD, so I went dancing and tried to lure him home with my crazy meditation dance. Hopefully it worked, I'm still in the car outside the club sobering up. It's better than pacing the living room floor with every car that passes by thinking it'll be the car that greatly transforms my sweet baby cat into Prim as I fantasize I'm Katniss. We all know Prim is the sacrifice. I'm drunk rambling. f***ing golf club. That's the instrument that gave me my lightening bolt.
I'll give a report when I get home and start street walk obsessing again. It's gonna be a shitty night unless Car gets his shit together and comes home to fresh water and salmon kibble. And Temptations. And cuddling to a Twin Peaks marathon. I can't continue without him, that sweet fuzzy asshole.
In other news my friend Erin's cat returned tonight after disappearing for eleven days, so it could be worse and there is hope. Damn cats giving us indigestion and agida while they survey the world from dirty bushes.
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