I'm off to no-mans-land, ontario soon, otherwise known as Rockwood. Where's that you ask? Exactly.

It's almost five and i still haven't showered...egawd. I'm disgusting.

I'm off to see my mom and my half bobcat-cat named Dante whom we thought was a boy but was actually a girl who learned her name very quickly. Apparently she's taken a liking to climbing the brick exterior of the fireplace in th foyer. It's about 25 feet high and she climbs all the way to the top and back down. She's crazy. I shall take a picture. That house is a cats dream with it's oddly shaped architecture and wide open spaces. Oh yes, let's not forget the ceramic floors that send her flying in the wall, hopelessly scrambling for grip when you throw her a treat. I almost want to feel bad but it provides endless entertainment and they never learn.

Cats can keep me busy for hours. I think animals in general can, especially when they do stupid stuff.

I feel obligated to mention Buddy (aka 'Rod Stewart,' 'Spiderman' or the 'mobile mop'). He's a prissy apartment dog gone wild. He's the same as the 'lady' dog from lady in the tramp. He really just doesn't fit in on the farm, i don't think anyone's ever told him though. He's been acting extra weird since Abigail (the deer) disappeared. He wanders around aimlessly and howls incessantly at night ever since. I think he firmly believes that people will die in a horrible car accident if he does not personally run in front of every car pulling out of the driveway and lead them out personally. It's really annoying because you almost run him over half the time.

He's recently taught Dante how to ask to get inside. He runs full speed aand does a spiderman belly flop into the glass door. Now they both do it. One day that door is just going to smash in or they'll get a concussion.

Oh animals. I want to live in a house where i can have animals. It's so hard downtown though. Allergic my ass.

okay well i must go and undirty myself now.