I Am...Under Attack! :)

  So, there I was, maybe 2 weeks ago, middle of the night, minding my own business, trying to get some sleep. There was a ruckus on the roof. Sounded like WW3, and I figured it was some sort of cat breeding orgy festival, or maybe one chasing a mouse. I saw the outline of what looked like a fat pig through the skylight, thought it was a raccoon or something, but that seemed unlikely. Anyway, the next morning LD (Husbands nickname for the time being. I was watching "Curb Your Enthusiasm" someone called Larry David "LD", so I've been calling him that for a few weeks, but my version means..."Little Dick", lol.) came in and said water was running off the roof. So, he replaced the water cooler supply line. A few days later, same thing. A few days later, the same. Last night, same thing.  

So, its pretty obvious that I have been targeted some some sort of rabid vermin varmints, that have a major attitude and vendetta against me. Not sure why as I put out extra cat food in a few little bowls so the roving, rambling, perhaps homeless feral "sumbitches" will have some food, and this is how the ungrateful bastards repay me? Its like a terrorist attack. AlCatQuida or something. Unless, its perhaps a squirrel, or a chipmunk, or a maybe its a herd of Saber Tooth Tigers, back from extinction. All I know is...I'm going to have to do something different because...there's still like 3 months more of summer, and I can't be buying and replacing a new line every few days, or perhaps it could become every single damn day. I would not have thought a lazy ass cat would be bothered with this, but maybe the sound of water running through the line at....3:37 in the morning, is irresistible to them/it? But I'm stating this here and now, I will never capitulate nor acquiesce to the demands of a fucking cat terrorist, we're going to war (no, I would never hurt nor trap a Kitty Cat) and this is *not* over!  :)

At first, for a moment when I was woken (Awoken? Waked? Woked up?) in the middle of the night hearing all sorts of thumping and noise on the roof, I thought it was maybe a Peeping Tom, trying to scope out my big gigantic, naked fat ass through the skylight. Turns out maybe I was right. Right name, wrong species. Instead of Peeping Tom the human, it might be Peeping Tom...the Tomcat.  :) 

 

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 Queening Face Sitting Chair. 

Just finished, paint still drying. Extra wide seat cutout for...optimal facial grinding grindage.  :) 

 

Queening Face Sitting Chair.