Sometimes I Run Out of Things to Say

As much as I enjoy blogging, sometimes I feel like I have absolutely nothing to say. So, I either don't blog for long stretches, or I just send more nonsense out into the blog-o-sphere.

But today I'm bored and want to blog. The only problem with that would be...well, nothing happens to me that inspires me to blog. Hmm.

INTERNET TO THE RESCUE!

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My topic is: Most terrifying animal.

Easy peasy.

Boy oh boy do I hate monkeys.

 Smelly, nasty, evil monkeys. You know the trailer for the movie Rise of the Planet of the Apes? Well I like to call that nightmare fuel. I can't even figure out why I'm so disturbed by them, I just am. Scary, scary monkeys.

Apparently, maimouphobia/pithikosophobia are the scientific names for the fear of monkeys.

What the Devil is Up...

With cats?!

I've been taking care of Oldest Brother's cat since March and she is SO WEIRD. Seefur (the cat) sleeps all the time, stares out the window for hours at nothing. Oh, but when she's not staring out the window, she stares at me while I watch TV before bed. For HOURS. WHAT THE DEVIL IS UP WITH CATS?!

Well, as you can see, she's not too bright. She seems to think she's laundry.

Get out of the basket cat! You are self-cleaning!

 I put a feather on her head. She didn't know how to get it off.

 THIS is her favorite trick.

See that cute fuzzy tummy? Don't touch it. Its a trap. There will be blood.

 Ugh, don't get me STARTED on her table manners!

 She got in the box and asked to be shipped back to Oldest Brother. And then she fell asleep in the box.

 Stupid cat doesn't even know how to use pillows.

This is Little Brother's pet rabbit Coal. Seefur is scared of him.

She hides from him when he tries to play with her.

Yep, still sleeping...

Sleeping Seefur...

Good thing I didn't have any clothes in there your highness.

Seefur thinking: I could do this allll day.

And then she does. 

All. Day.

But, for as weird as she is, I gotta admit, she's good to have around. She's pretty cute and just playful enough. Love to be brushed, hates to be picked up. Sheads, but not so much that we're covered in cat hair. She's only had one hairball, but it did stink up the whole second story for two days.

Of all the cats in the world my brother could have left me with while he finishes up med school, I got a pretty good cat. Just don't tell her I said that, her feline ego doesn't need any help.