Day 120 Zoe’s Winter Nap
WAKE ME WHEN IT’S OVER
Hola
mojito...I’m sleepin here! Tryin to get good shut eye around this place is
gettin down right out of the question. I had to go in the garage and crawl onto
a shelf. Ofcourse I took my rabbit, she makes an excellent cushion, and she
only squeaks when I bite er. Unlike some other people who will remain nameless
for purposes of uninterrupted victuals, and who seem to be able to make all
sorts a ongoing noises when a girl is tryin to sleep.
Yesterday
there was hammers on metal!; weed-whackers!; juicers!; and saxophones! Them
sounds was all emanatin from the moms. On the street the garbage men were all
out in full force; some fool on a motorcycle was racin up and down revin
everything he had and blastin his radio too. There was helicopters circlin
overhead and them herons was makin them ridiculous croakin sounds.
Then
we had the debacle with the dang squirrel family, who was havin a roman banquet
in the date palm. Seems like they invited over too many fluff-tails and the
whole dang palm leaf includin about a thousand nuts and just as many
squirrels...plummeted to the ground, right next to where I was takin my mornin
snooze. Talk about scarin the tree breezes outta ya. And further more I dint
get as much as a nip a any them squirrels either. Not that I really care, as I
did get a nip a one once and it turned me into a lunatic for a minute...I ran
in the house and ripped open one a my squeak toys. Mischa was horrified. Also
the squirrel I nipped whacked me, just sayin. There’s a first and last time for
everything.
Anyways
I’s still a little tired this mornin I hope they decide to ride them bikes or
go for a swim and leave me home for a few hours, I could use some peace and
quiet around here. Later.
which
began July 2013
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