And yes, I was looking for places to pee. She knows me so well.

Things I love about my new place:

• the ability to roam freely like the independent creature I am, throughout the entire apartment
• more windowsills in which I can climb on and judge the outside world from
• more people (mainly children) outside in which I can judge and scowl at
• my own personal bathroom, which is actually larger than my roommate's (ha ha sucker!)

I thoroughly enjoy being the only cat almost as much as solid white albacore.

It's actually been so long since the days Pre-Roommate that I can't even remember what it was like living with other 4 legged creatures. Although, it may be because the experience was so traumatic that I've blocked it out. There was isolation, there was blood shed, and there was no one to cater to my every whim.

Yes, I would say life is much better now.

So tell me, these snuggles you enjoy...are they on your terms or on your parents? I don't have enough claws to count the number of times my needy bitch of a roommate just picks me up and squeezes me until I let out my squeals of discontent.