Long day. Good day, but long, exhausting day. Much music.
Gone about eleven hours. Came home, unlocked outer door. No cat. Unlocked security door. No cat. Surprised. Rattled doorknob of inner door. *poof* Cat! Must have been sleeping on 3rd floor. Opened door, petted cat, brought gear in from van. Perrine said she was hungry; went to kitchen with Perrine doing hungry-kitty-to-kitchen dance all the way. Plenty of food; just the wrong kind. Hmph. Sprinkled small amount of another kind of food on top. Not her favourite, but acceptable.
Droopy eyes, achy elbow, sleep shortage (half hour nap in van between medeival gig and Scottish gig) ... apparently verb and pronoun shortage as well. Bed. Bed now. Important chores later. Redskins? Ravens? Sports news later. Send verbs.
&#$~~~&~~~!~! CARRIER LOST, BRAIN DISCONNECTED FROM FINGERS
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Hmph!
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Aliza: type-type-type
Nito: Meow. Meow! Meo-o-o-o-o-o-ow-ow-ow-ow!
Aliza: "I'll be with you in a minute, Nito."
Nito: Meo-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow. Me-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow! Me-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!!!!!
[repeat several times]
Nito: Meeee-owowowowowowowowowowowow
Aliza, getting up: Yes, Nito, I'll feed you now.
Nito, trotting happily to kitchen: Meow! Meow!
[Pan to closeup of Nito's bowl, and the food in it]
Nito: Meow! Meow-ow-ow!
[Aliza picks up bowl, rattles the food, sets it down.]
Nito: Munch crunch purrrrrrrrr.....
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