WOOHOO, IT’S GAMEDAY! I’m down in Auburn, and gettin’ ready to walk the campus. We’re gonna go by the bookstore and get some books (duh), and then we’re gonna go by the alumni tent, because I have access, and I’ve forgotten every time this year so far that I’ve got the privledge to take part of cheap hot dogs, watered down drinks, and some horrible music entertainment. But by graduating, I’ve gained the right. So I’ll try it out.
Renton had his first run-in with another cat last night. Our friends Katie and Lisa recently acquired a calico cat, a cute little six month old named Callie. So last night we all decide they should meet, they can play together and it’ll be so nice and cute. Uh huh. Well, at least one side wanted to be nice and cute. Callie seemed very willing to make friends. Renton, however, seemed very willing to kill each and every one of us. Except Callie; he seemed very threatened by this cute little ball of splotched fur that was half his size. He tried to attack us humans, though, who are seven times his size. Dude, this cat growled. He sounded like a Rottweiler. Yep, that’s my Renton: the anti-cat. He was one pissed off feline. After thirty minutes of hissing, growling, biting, and sulking, we took him back to Steven’s.
Granted, Renton was in unfamiliar territory, which gets him edgy anyway. After the game we just might try it again, but this time in Steven’s abode. Maybe Renton will be nicer. Renton! Nice! Hahahahahahahaha!!! No, really, we can have hope. . .
After we took Renton back last night, we had dinner and watched a movie. Callie was just jumping around from lap to lap, being all sweet. Steven played with her for a long time. Then he says, “This cat is much more fun than Renton!” What?! He later said he didn’t mean it, but I’ll never let him live it down. Renton is fun, you just have to wear leatherhide gloves. Hey, they’re fashionable.
And now, ’tis time to dry my hair, always a fun daily ritual. War Damn Eagle, let’s kill us some dawgs.