I'm starving.
Chief is currently playing with something on the back of my chair. I'm not sure what it is even though he does this a lot. If I were to turn the chair to look he would no longer be by the back of my chair, and strangely enough, he never plays with my chair when I'm not in it.
Chief is going to cost himself his claws. Anna went in convinced she would not get him de-clawed. Chief has convinced her otherwise.
I need to go to Meijer. We could use some yogurt, croutons, and guinea pig food.
Coca-cola must be content making all its money through restaurant sales because they can't possibly be outselling Pepsi in stores. This has nothing to do with taste and everything to do with the fact that Coke is always 30% more expensive than Pepsi. Seriously, it does not matter where I shop. Coke is always way more expensive and is never on sale.
Anna thinks I should take cooking classes someday. She says I'll enjoy it. I think she's secretly telling me she hates my cooking.
Chief loves pulling trash out of our trash cans and strewing it all over the floor. His favorite activity appears to be shredding old tissues and toilet paper. He even managed to fill his water bowl with toilet paper. I'm not sure if he's a kitten or a three year old child.
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