M.I.A.

sometimes when he looks at me i think he sees the guilt that i harbor. stanley is such a loving cat, and we joke that stan would have totally been one of the kids picked on in dodgeball. he wheezes, coughs, and has been known to throw-up on more than one occasion. and i don't know if it's because of the dark contrast between the black fur and the bright green of his eyes, but it seems as though when i look at stanley he is staring at me. sometimes i wonder if he's pissed because i've lost so much weight, or if he really just wants me to pet him or maybe he's just gas-ie.
Tonight Emilie and i stayed in and managed to waste an entire evening on the internet- i heart new music (sidebar: i love my music and i love a good cover tune, dashboard confessionals doing R.E.M.'s nightswimming: good, g-u-d) and Im-lee found some good stuff. SNL was a re-run, lame and i have managed to eat my own weight in food today. but i digress- so Em is walking around and comes up behind stanley, unexpectedly evidently, and stan assumes the position (crouched on all four, head extended from body, tail straight out) and goes to town ah-weezin'. we're used to this, he does this all the time. we've tried to break him of this habit by saying things like, 'you don't have to do that, we love you anyway' and, 'faker', or my favorite, 'cover your mouth-uh.' at any rate, Emilie startles him, he wheezes, and Emilie busts out with- 'DUDE, I DIDN'T MEAN TO SCARE THE WHEEZE OUTA YA.' he stops, looks, and i know that if he had digits, he would have totally flipped her off.

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