People are strange

People are VERY strange. They walk around talking into and out of little boxes. they shave off thier hair and cover up with other stuff.

In J's case, it's a ratty t-shirt that goes to her knees and a pair of red pants with holes in 'em. Holes! They're just random--like the pants are all worn out.

Why wear something with holes? I thought the idea of clothes was to cover up skin. I get the part wear people don't want to see certain parts of each other when they're walking around. But you have to admit--it's strange.

J's kid just left here wearing 2 shirts, a jacket and pants with holes. I just don't get it. The jacket and the shoes were both eye-peeling green. I don't know if that was on purpose or not--the shoes and jacket being the same color, I mean.

The good news this morning is that nobody said weasel. When someone says weasel, the kid pulls out this little thing and it explodes sending tiny little streams of paper and stuff everywhere. It smells bad and scares the cats.

Okay, that part's funny--the scaring the cats. Sometimes the kid waves the streamers around just to scare those furry little Nazis. Yeah, they're my cats, but they can be really annoying. They jump up on the couch and take my cushion if I so much as look at it. I HATE that. They slink all around my feet when I walk--we'll they're pretty big, but they TRY to slink. The kid got a new toy that makes noise. I hated it, but the cats hated it more. The kid says, "look, Mom! It's a cat repellant!" They ran like there was a Vet with a needle in the room.

Anyway, people are strange. And now, our plans for the day. J's gonna type into the machine, listen to the machine, or listen to recordings and repeat 'em. That's half the day. The other half, we'll nap, and then she'll walk back and forth through the apartment while she talks into the little phone-box. Sometimes, she'll melt dog food and cram it into my bone. The rest of the time, she'll talk to me and make odd noises while she practices.

But she'll feed me two more times today and take me out, too. She's strange, but she's mine.

Cosmo