I'm giving this whole blogging business another go.
AKA ashleyonlygoesforartsyedgydudes.com
So its 4:45 AM right now and I am sitting in my kitchen playing with my
cat also known as Sir Cozzworth also known as Cozzy. He's basically a
rad 20lb ball of fur that meows uncontrollably at 6am outside your door
until you feed his fat kitty body treats.
Honestly, I prefer cats over dogs, shoot me.
Cats are just chill, I like dogs, just cats tend not to be as annoying
or smelly. I've had a dog and enjoy the company of other peoples' dogs,
but I am happy with just a cat.
My track record with animals is as follows:
I had a hamster named Fuffy (long story)
Fuffy was ALWAYS in his frigging wheel like non-stop.
Fuffy unfortunately had a severe reaction to a new brand of bedding
(walmart&etc apparently stopped making his kind?) which resulted in him
meeting his hamster demise via his hamster wheel. As a little kid this
was odd, but it didn't really totally bother me, I was never one of
those kids who would freak out if they saw a dead bird or anything.
I've also had hermit crabs and fish that didn't live that long (who was
I kidding? Those things basically have a pre-stamped expiration date on
their shell.)
I got my cat on the first day of 5th grade. I was bugging my mom for
one the whole summer before and when I arrived home from my first day of
fifth grade, there was this tiny kitten in my living room.
I also had a dog which was part golden retriever part german shepard
named Winston. It was basically my mom's alcoholic ex boyfriend at the
time's dog so whatevs, it was obnoxious and we had to give it to someone
we knew or something.
Then, the day my mom was diagnosed with cancer, we got a red beta fish
(that fish had a different name every week, it basically had a permanent
fish identity crisis) that lived like 2 YEARS. It was ridiculous.
So after 8 years this cat is still alive and well and 20 pounds heavier
than when we got it.
It's pretty sweet to be honest it bites bad people and keeps me company
while I watch Dexter and Weeds religiously.
Do you have any pets? Feel free to share via comments.
AKA don't be jerks and just not say anything THNX.
1 comment:
most of them you know about but lets seeee.
I had a dog Abby when I was two for like a year and i accidentally let her outside and she ran away and we never found her.
My parents were talking about the mice in the basement they needed to get rid of and BAM this cat jumps onto the screen door, and from there on we had Kiddles (I dont know who the fuck named her that) she ran away about 5 years later on halloween, but i'm pretty sure someone killed her cause shes black.
Kiddles had 2 litters, and we kept Jessie! We've had her now for 14 years.
Then we we're on vacation in Wisconsin and found HeyChrissy in the bushes and brought him home, we've had him for about 7/8 years now.
We adopted a stray cat we found in our neighborhood but someone stole her while we we're on another vacation so we only had her for about 4 months. Her name was Tiger.
Then we got 2 hampters, Hamtaro and Crackerjack, the lasted about 2 years, and crackerjack's legs went paralyzed. :( eventually both of them died, then we got more Elijah and Hilary, they both died too.
Then we got Ally, a beautiful puppy who we had for a year and she ran outside and got hit :( worst day ever.
About a year after that, we got Zima, my doggy who we've had for about 4 years now.
Then when we moved her, Rachel got two ginuea pigs - oliver and oreo.
they've still alive, aha.
and then!!!!!
we got jasey!! my ADORABLE little kitten.
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