He's in the living room and I can see him from here. He's sitting and looking dumbly at the ground. What an idiot. I'm not really too fond of that cat.

"BUT WAI DO U SUHBMITTEN PIXTARZZ UV H1M, HMMMMMMMM?! HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM?!?!?!??1"

BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO. You people and your nagging. OH SHIT I CAN'T SEE HIM ANYMORE!! MUST INVESTIGATE. He's under the bed and licked his lips lustfully at me. It made me die a little inside, and currently I am sobbing. I returned to the living room, and he's not under the bed anymore. He looked at me (now next to the Christmas tree) with a vacant expression. And as I walked away, he looked up over the bed to see me. He's such a little douche. Okay, so I went back into the living room, right? And he's laying on the bed now in that pillow position cats lay in. So I got onto the floor and crawled over and looked up at him from the floor. The little creep meowed at me, and I ran away in disgust. Now he's under the Christmas tree. And now I will put an end to this journal entry.


GOODDAYTOYOUSIR.