the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor.
mood: 
contemplative
contemplativemusic: Silversun Pickups - Three Seed (Radio Paradise - DJ-mixed modern & classic rock, world, electronica
Complaint Department: *mysteriously absent*
Monkey: Why is there a hairball in my bed?
Complaint Department: *curiously elsewhere*
Monkey: Why is there a hairball in my bed, between the sheets?
Complaint Department: *nowhere to be found*
Monkey: Cat, if you're unwell, perhaps we need to go to the vet. Seriously. This hairball!
Complaint Department: It's spring. I'm shedding.
Monkey: In my bed!
Complaint Department: I didn't feel good. It was a very large hairball.
Monkey: Between the SHEETS!
Complaint Department: The kitten tucked me in. Besides, it was time you changed the sheets anyway.
Monkey: I just changed them last week.
Complaint Department: You're not the only one who sleeps in this bed, you know.
Monkey: Trust me. I know.
Complaint Department: ...
Monkey: I don't love you anymore.
Complaint Department: You were never worthy of me anyway.
hairball roulette
She is diabolicat.
You know you could have found that out from Wikipedia, right?
He has a lot of reasons, that was only one of them.
I still miss having a cat though. We monkeys are strange beings.
In fact, I have declared that his death announcement will consist of "I need to find a Cat!"
But they learn that in Kitteh Academeh, don't they? Why vomit on an easily cleanable surface when your vomit can be more appreciated on a carpet or bed?