It’s been another long week where I do nothing but work and sleep, so forgive me, Peeps, but this will be another “I don’t have the energy to write an actual story and find memes to go with it” lazy diary. Not that we won’t have a good time together today! Because we will! Let’s look at some memes, shall we?
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“Hey Freddie!” I called.
He hopped up onto my bed and sauntered over. “What?”
“Wanna look at some more memes with me?”
“Can I watch the cursor move across the screen?”
“Of course!”
“Can I bat at it?”
“Only if you’re gentle.”
“I’m always gentle!” he said, mildly offended.
“You are,” I agreed. “I just don’t want that to change. Pull up a seat, my furry friend!”
“Why do humans always think we’re evil? We’re just cats.”
“Weeeeellllllll,” I said, “You’re kinda evil, too.”
He sniffed, indignant.
“You always steal my seat when I get up for a minute,” I said.
“It’s warm.”
“You hog the whole bed somehow.”
“It’s not my fault I need a lot of space.”
“You try to take food off my plate.”
“I get hungry.”
“Evil.”
“Whatever.”
“I’m sensing a theme,” Freddie said.
“You can’t get a theme from two memes,” I answered.
“I’m fluffy!” Freddie said. “I’m also not fat!”
“Uh...”
He turned to look at me. “I’m not!”
“Okay,” I said, holding my hands up. “We’ll just forget what the vet said.”
“I like shoes,” he told me.
“Yeah, you do. Why is that?”
“They smell great!”
I stared at him. “Gross.”
“That’s from a movie,” I told him before he could ask.
“It has a cat in it?”
“His name is Orion. He has the Galaxy on his collar.”
“Can we watch it?”
“Maybe later.”
“That’s you!” Freddie told me with a laugh.
“Yep!” I said.
“Don’t buy a dog,” Freddie said, quietly.
“Are you going to cuddle with me?”
“If it gets cold enough.”
"Puns are the highest form of comedy,” I told him.
He sniffed the screen. “Is that true?”
“No.”
“And that’s you!” I told him. “Especially on the stairs.”
“The stairs are a pretty fun place,” he said.
“More shoes! This cat has the right idea,” Freddie said, excited.
“I think he’s stuck though.”
I laughed.
“I don’t get it,” Freddie said, looking closer.
“It’s just something I say a lot. About the diabeetus.”
He paused. “I still don’t get it.”
“It’s the popped collar that makes it funny,” I told him.
“Oh. Okay.”
“You’d have to be Gen X or older. You’re just a tiny little Post-Millennial who never visited the ‘80s.”
“You could’ve taken me there if you wanted!”
“Um. Wow. No. It doesn’t work that way.”
He opened his mouth. “Yeah, I know,” I said, cutting him off. “It’s me.”
“I assume this is a computer thing,” he said.
“Yeah, kind of.”
I laughed. “This may be the greatest meme I’ve ever seen,” I said.
“It’s Okay,” he responded. “Let’s see the next one.”
“Hey!” Freddie said, sitting up. “It’s me!”
“What?” I asked, looking at him. “You aren’t allowed on the kitchen counter, so how could this be you?”
He ducked a little. “It, uh, can’t. I guess.” He looked up at me. “It’s not me.”
“Uh-huh,” I said, suspicious.
“Moving on…” he said, brightly.
"I think that dog is in trouble,” Freddie said, quietly. “This is why you should never bring one home.”
“Maybe you’d like a dog for a friend. They are very friendly.”
“No.”
“It’s from a book,” I told him. “It has a whole chapter about how whales are really fish. It’s a classic, but that’s the part I remember most.”
“Sounds boring,” he said.
“And that’s from a tv show,” I explained. “It was very good, but only had one season.”
“You watch too much tv,” he said.
“You like when I watch tv,” I shot back. “We cuddle and you try to steal my food.”
He thought about it. “That’s true! We should watch some tv right now!”
“Are you done with memes, then?”
He looked back at the screen. “Yeah. Turn on that video with the birds and mice! I like that one!”
“Mmmmmmm, no, not right now. I think we should get some sleep.”
He perked up. “I like sleep!”
“I know you do,” I told him with a sigh. “I do too.”
And that’s all she wrote! ‘She’ being me, of course. I really am very tired and am going to bed. When you read this, I will be at work, suffering. Spare me a thought today as you enjoy your Caturday. I hope everyone has a great day!
I’ll be here later, though hopefully not too late. Things will even out at work eventually and I’ll be able to spend more time with you guys.