Spazz!

Apparently, Odin is a spazz. In fact, last night, he decided to play with the shower curtain. He ran into the bathroom, played with the shower curtain and ran out. Ran back in, huffing and puffing, and then ran out. He kept going back and forth... so I ran and got my camera. Of course, he had gotten a little tired by that point, so I got what I could. But I could only get so much before my camera died... stupid battery! I think I need a new camera... heh ;)

(Sorry it's so dark... it's always so dark when I upload it, but so much lighter on my computer!)

Good thing- you can hear him meow. And imagine that like 10x over and over and over... That's what he's like when it's food time.



Notice at the end of the spazz attack, Grimm comes into the bathroom. He wants to know what all the commotion is about. He's wondering why Odin is freaking out and is probably thinking, "It's just a bathroom, dummy!"

Grimm...

HA HA!
I have taken over my mom's computer while she's passed out on the couch! I don't think she feels good. She came home earlier from work than usual and she picked me up and practically forced me onto the couch with her. She usually only does that if she doesn't feel good... or she thinks I need attention or whatever. Bah.

Ya know, I haven't been getting much alone time lately. This last weekend, mom and dad had a LOT of people in MY house and I didn't appreciate it at all. In fact, you see all those people in the picture up there? Yeah. They were all crowded into my house. Damn them all. Jerks. At one point there were 12 people at my house... and my mom had the crazy idea to make lasagna! She turned on the oven and I nearly died from the heat! All I wanted was some peace and quiet, but nooooooo... They played that stupid game where people attempt to sing and others use these strange looking pieces of plastic... and they think that's fun? Bah. They have yet to know what fun is.

Fun is sleeping in late... especially at the foot of the bed so no one can move comfortably in the middle of the night. Fun is holding your little "brother," or as I like to call him "pain in my ass," down while you beat him up. Fun is rolling around on the floor with catnip and playing with feather toys. Fun is not that stupid loud game. I know they like it; but they're so behind in their thinking.

Damnit, Odin! Away!

Ok, good. He's gone.

Back to what I wanted to talk about...
World Domination.

It shall be MINE, ALL MINE!
MUAHAHAHA!