if you can't drive in a driveway or park in a parkway-can you still protest in a causeway?

the cat has made the executive decision that unless he is fed his putrid pouch of wet food at least every four hours he is going to dramatically mew, stare at me passive aggressively from the doorway, and, if ignored long enough, scratch the carpet. i keep on having nonsensical dreams that contain recurring and inexplicable caterwauling until i groggily wake up. in my sleepy twilight confusion, sans contacts, i suddenly see a white blob that has been impatiently waiting for me to get up and hook him up with gravy kibble. the little jerk will stuff his delicate cat face, wait until i'm in the shower, and then hop up and nest on my pillow, making sure his cat butt touches the entirety of the cushioned surface.

pardon the hyperbole, but i purchased the best hat ever. it is a yeti, which is perfect because part of meester squish's name is mcbumble. we totally match:

mwahahahahahahaha. i swear i'm not going to just blog about my cat, really. i have a few projects that are almost ready for their closeups and, barring an unforeseen but perpetually dreaded calamity, it looks like we found a house.

strange things are afoot at the circle k.