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Thursday, July 5, 2012

Hot, hot, HOT!

Man, is it freaking hot out there. I mean, what is up with these temps?

I know, I know, it's been a little while since my dew claws tapped away, but with the heat, can you blame me? With Abe and Elle in the house all the time, well, me and Pearl for that matter, too, it's hard to sneak into the office and type. Geesh, I wish they'd go to work or something.

Oh, Pearl just told me that yes, in fact, Abe and Elle do go to work, it's just that fall asleep when they do and wake again when they're home. It seems like they're here all the time. Whatever.

Anyway... Finally I'm "awake" when they're "at work" and stuff.

So, like, it's hot. Really hot. So hot, even Pearl doesn't like being out. Of course, that might have something to do with the fireworks. Yeah, they're annoying. Especially when, like, you're "doing your business" outside and someone scares the ba-jeebers outta you while you're going ba-jeebers. On the one paw, you want to thank them because nobody like ba-jeebers in you, but on the other paw, it's like, couldn't you wait just a few minutes? Sometimes no help is needed on ba-jeebers. Know what I'm saying?

When I've been able to get online, I've been trolling for girlfriends . What? No, it's not like that. Geesh. What do you take me for? Pearl and I are getting along just fine, and I occasionally see Penny and Penny. They're twins. But, you know, I'm just keeping my options open. There's this girl at the Champaign County Humane Society named Skeeter. I'll admit, that's not really a gal's name, but whatevs. Here she is.
This is Skeeter.
I was reminded of the photo Abe and Elle were talking about one day of Carmen. I think she was somehow related to Pearl. It's a bit fuzzy because, in all honesty, I wasn't around then. Here's Carmen.
This is Carmen.
Yeah, they don't look too much alike, but well... Wouldn't it be fun to meet Skeeter? It's not like Pearl and I don't get along or anything, just you know, wouldn't it be fun to have a new friend?

Pearl is looking at me dubiously.

Well... A guy can dream.

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