Grrr...tough morning - I feel groggy...maybe I ate one too many lezards yesterday..I don't know but I'm standing on the kitchen table wich is my supervision post..eyes in a daze...my brain is "en veilleuse" says my French roommate...
Veilleuse being those nightlight that deems the light to the minimum...Get it? My brain is fed with very little energy or at least the energy is getting stuck somewhere. Anyhow, there's commotion in the kitchen and I'm debating what should be my strategy this morning: do i lay there like a dead cat or an old furniture? do i move my ears like i'm paying attention and ready to jump on any opportunity to show my grooves and moves...Too late...everybody's left already...Well anyhow, now that I gathered my thoughts (the smell of coffee gets me going), I'd like to disgress on my love for tables...I love them! all of them...Easy climb, situated in mid-air, like on a tray I feel I'm moving from room to room, I'm the trophy in a room! You know, I sit my base here and there, my roommates pet me like they want to dust me, they carry me around, don't like me on the dinner table during meals though, but I do sleep with them...we've known people who slept with their trophies...ask some Oscars recipients...I bet you some do! So I'd say I spend a good 44% of my time on tables...now that doesn't include the washing machine which is also a flat surface in elevation..but it doesn't have feet...you see my affinities with tables are linked to my 4 legged status..wow..wow..wow...where is your mind going...Time to scratch the trees, hunt lezards, kick some butts, take a long siesta in the rosemary bushes, check out the neigbor's yard...she's planting all sorts of weird stuff...whew..as long as it does'nt end up in my plate...I'm out of here fellows!
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