i see the prospect of me getting out of the room unharmed dimmed as the clock ticks.
when you know there's a hungry resident cat around, you'd be wise enough not to dabao fish and chips to your room. yet, im not that wise you see.
Escaped from the cornering by the cat thanks to Melissa's and a french fry's help. Safe in the room, alas, only safe in the room. I NEED TO PEE. I HAVE A MEETING AT 10.30PM LATER!!!! I gotta get out of the freakin room somehow. But i cant.
Yes, im fond of cats, very fond of them, but only as photography subjects, not when it camps outside my room, the constant meowing getting on my nerves, making me paranoid that i check through the peephole every few minutes, only to be dismayed by the fact that IT'S STILL THERE. I cant deal with cats with a piece of fish in the room.
CAN A KIND SOUL OR SUPERHERO SAVE ME FROM THE ENTRAPMENT OF THE HUNGRY CAT????!!!!
finished rambling
5:36 AM <3