December 2nd 2012 10:29 am
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My brother Zane has been gone for a whole week. I haven't had anyone to play with, Monty is too old and Foxie is too little. Monty says Zane is in the hospital, the same place I went when I went to sleep and woke up and my stomach hurt a couple months ago. Spay is the word I think mom used. Anyways, I have no one to play with. No ear nubs to bite, nobody to jump on or trip up, no one to play bite. It's been boring. I've taken it upon myself to find other outlets of self expression. I've been getting things off the shelves and chewing them apart. I've found garbage and ripped it open. Mom doesn't see the joy in my energy outlets. Monty tells me to knock it off. He says mom doesn't need this right now because she is sad about Zane. How does mom not need me? I am the key to mom's universe, he should know this. Am I the only one here who's got this figured out? I don't have time for this, I'm gonna go unravel that spool of ribbon.