Kalika is crying like a goddamn baby right now. I’m typing through it. It’s starting to get annoying. Humorous, but annoying.
Yes, I let her jump out, like the little bunny rabbit that she is, onto the front steps. There, she made the leaves wet with her gnawing.
She will NOT stop crying at this point. She is throwing a full blown fucking tantrum, I swear. You have NEVER seen her cry like this before, I swear to you. It’s almost like I left her fucking mousy out there!
So she chewed for a good few minutes while I sat on the stairs eating my banana, and was allowed a few minutes of roaming the sidewalks hugging the house. She did not enjoy being brought back in at all. Shoot, I forgot my b. peel! It’s on the bare table—you know where we used to put the junk mail. She’s not going to enjoy that “taunted” at all.
I’ve been yelling at her, “Don’t you understand human words?”
We’re not getting along tonight. She got a little taste of the outdoors and now she’s flipping out. We’re so angry at one another.
Oh, and I’m writing my paper about evil, I mean, AG. It’s coming through. Goodnight, sweetheart.