The perils of having a cat that doesn't meow.

My internet was out for two days. It sucked! I clearly have an addiction! Now I have like, a million posts to skim through from all the comms I'm on. -_-;

Around 2 a.m. this morning I realized that I hadn't seen one of my cats all day; the last time I remembered seeing her was Saturday night when she was playing with a door mat in my room. Considering that she usually likes to bother me throughout the day by pawing at my door (and flopping at my feet whenever I walk), I probably should have noticed sooner, but... I KNOW, I KNOW. THAT MAKES ME SOUND LIKE AN INATTENTIVE CAT MOMMY.

( To make a sorta (not really) long story short in case you'd rather skip the sheer boringness that is under the cut: Don't worry people! She's safe and sound, though she reeked of cat pee. )

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Also, I had a filling done today so I spent of small portion of the day looking like a sneering Billy Idol whenever I moved my mouth. And, of course, whenever I feel/look terrible, people decide to talk to me more. ;_; Why couldn't they wait until the numbness went away?

If this post is incoherent I blame it on my aching teeth.