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Alanna Banana

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	[Sep. 23rd, 2007\|04:44 pm]
Catticus' favorite activity in my room in the new Brooklyn apartment is to jump on my desk, to my short bookcase, to the top of my tall bookcase, the highest point in the room. Yet! This great height does not sate her exploratory impulses. Catticus, from her perch, gazes longingly at the armoire on the other side of my room, even leaning forward slightly and tensing her muscles, dreaming of the day when she will take a flying leap across my room and conquer the armoire. Then she realizes that that day is not today, looks down from the top of the bookcase, and discovers the descent is far more perilous than the ascent. But do I help her? No! Because if I get her down from the bookcase, she will never attempt to get down from anything on her own ever again. Now that she is the only cat in the apartment, she has become even more regal than ever before, and barely bothers to even cover her queenly poop after leaving it in the litterbox.
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forwardthe
2007-09-23 08:53 pm (UTC)

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Hahahahaha

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effbeye
2007-09-23 08:59 pm (UTC)

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that's real trepidation in her eyes in that second shot

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forwardthe
2007-09-23 09:17 pm (UTC)

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She looks sort of mournful, but at least she got the concept of "high places." Tishka is so retarded she can't figure out that the floor is NOT the highest place she can seek cover and is definitely not the highest place she can seek cover when she is trying to hide from a toddler.

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