wala wala wala

I’ve run out of things to write. Of course I think about topics that would interest you, my dear audience. Take for instance, the entry before this. Nobody has posted any comment though the counter has increased. I take it as that you are not interested in my political ramblings or politics in general. So maybe that’d be the first and last time you’d read something like that here.

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. That’s the way it should be. Hmm, lemme see… oh, d’ya know that lucky hates her pellets now? And that she prefers eating tuna from the can? Imagine what a strain to my budget that is? But she’s getting fatter..err, I take it that fat ain’t a good term to use for ladies. She’s getting the curves, yeah, that’s better. But she ain’t gettin’ a boyfriend yet, no, no, not with me around. The poopycats have stopped bothering us (bless their souls) and we are once more at peace.

This is getting nowhere. I’d rather stop. Maybe I’ll have something interesting to write tomorrow. Something worthy of note should happen. Oh well, you never know what comes around. Sorry for the inanity.

Peaceout.