Ziva vs Bieber

Mommy mock-sang that Bee-bur “Baby” song at me. So, now I am sitting at the big window with her tablet writing this post. At the time, I threw her some shade and said, “Mom. No. I don’t do Bee-burs. If you bought me a Bee-bur doll, I would pee on it and tell you to send it to Canada with a note that said, ‘Thanks. Hash tag no thanks. I’d like to return this fake for another Avril or Celine.’ And then I would tell them to take him back. He is their responsibility, so kindly send him somewhere he will never be found. Like the North Pole. But not the one with Santa. I’d get a lump of coal! And then I would ask you for another so I could do the same, but this time send it to Usher with a note that says, ‘WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!?!'”

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My cat throws verbose shade.

Ziva and the Tub Toys

My daddy is the best!

He put my purple ball that rattles in the tub today. He hasn’t done that in forever! I do not know why he ever stopped! I do not understand why my taking it out means he does not put it back in the tub later. Human brains are so strange.

love playing with those toys in the tub! It is excellence, indeed!

He threw my duck in the tub, too. I’m not so certain what I am supposed to do with the duck in the tub….

He has been playing with me more lately. I sense a fowl plot afoot…something to do with this “dye-et and ekz-your-size” I suspect…but he is playing with me, so could it really be that bad?

Ziva and the Lady Bug

Found my friend again! He woke me up to play. Mom says his name is Laydee-bug. Mom also says it’s past her bed-time though, so I can’t play with him tonight. *sigh* Last time I saw my friend was before the weentar started and the snow came. I hope I don’t have to wait that long to see him again!

Ziva, the Demons, and Spring

Mom tried to kill us today. She put harnesses on all three of us, and tried to take us all into the out! She kept telling me I used to like to go into the out…but I do not recall ever enjoying being in the out! Let me tell you that there is a difference between walking out the door when we lived in that basement thing, and walking out the door here! I do not like going into the out! I don’t know what it is…but there is!

The Quiet One managed to escape before we actually got into the out. The Little Loud One and I, however, did not. We tried! But we failed. So, we screamed our heads off like there was no tomorrow! I was certain one of the neighbor peasants would here us and tell Mom to take us back into the in. That did not happen, though.

Then, she gave up with The Little Quiet One. She let her go back into the in, but was determined to make me remember! I prevailed! She tried to tell me I like chewing the grass, but I wasn’t having any of it! Finally, she took me back as well.

She decided a good compromise was to open the windows so we could appreciate the scents and sounds from the out. Now, I am sitting in the window sill, contemplating a nice nap. I think my heart has calmed down enough after Mom’s attempts, and the fan being blown off the table….

On a side note…I think they are trying to starve me. When the demons go to the dungeon, and I am given free reign of the castle, their food dishes are missing! Only mine remains attainable! I am positive they are hiding the food in the kitchen cupboards…if only I could figure out how to open the doors…especially without that psychic mother of mine finding out!

Ziva and the Thunderstorm

The Demons are here.

On my bed.

The thunderstorm woke me up. Mom says I sprang three feet in the air from my solid, passed out, hugging her arm position…but there they are.

On my bed.

Like they were the ones who were traumatically affected by the storm of evil. The two of them are cold, heartless killers! Like the largest thunderclap of my life could really affect them one iota!