I think this poodle thing was a mistake. 

The cats and the dog are clearly communicating while I’m at work.  I’ve known the cats for years, and I can tell by the way they’re blinking at me.  The cats are, like, “Well, YOU invited him here.” 

What do I say?  I’m not unhappy that the cats have made friends with Joseph the poodle.  I just wish there was some way that any one of them could get a JOB.  Even at a nice drive-thru coffee shop.  Jeeze.  When I go to work in the morning, they’re all entwined, disgustingly, on the bed.  “Have a nice day,” they say, drowsily.  And when I leave, I KNOW they just sleep all day. 

I’m getting to it, to what I said I was gonna do: I have lots of stuff to do!  but the poodle, the poodle is so CUTE!  Never buy a poodle.  Avoid pet-shops, even if you DO need stuff for your fish tank.  (Don’t buy poodles from pet shops!  Just because they’re stuck in there and need to be rescued, doesn’t mean that you have to encourage the pet shops to sell poodles!  DO NOT BUY THE POODLE IN THE WINDOW!!)  (However, if you’re me, it’s OK.  The dog is healthy and fine, and I bailed him out.  It’s all Different in My Case.  I happen to have bought a Special Poodle.  The Cats think so.  Mph.)

I just wanted to register that I don’t necessarily condone everything that Joseph types.  He doesn’t even know HOW to type, and most likely what you’re reading is just kinda random.

Thanks fur yer attention.