On Cats

Hello everyone. I welcome you all to this solemn Danielle Tuesday. I am charged as guilty of not putting up a post this day last week, and I am terribly, deeply sorry. I apologise to those I have wronged, and to those I have disappointed. My country, my family, Asia, my cow, and more importantly, myself. The punishment is coming up this week, and I am going to eat as many large marshmallows I can in one minute. If I don't make it through this, please tell my family that I tolerate love them.

In other news, CAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! is our theme for today, which I think is a sign that we've finally hit the lowest point so far in our attempt to comittedly blog every week during fifth year. Not the lowest point we would ever reach though, I would guess, you just hold on to your seats and watch as it all goes downhill from here. I am sure watching these events unfold would be very riveting indeed.

I jest, I jest. We are all extremely fantastic writers and it's a wonder we haven't landed a book deal yet. For real. My history teacher said so. She said I write "fabulously."

ONTO THE TOPIC. Cats. I like cats. Cats are cool. They're very... cool. Cats are of the cool kind. I'm a fabulous writer.

No but seriously, I really don't see any other word that would describe cats. They're cool in, like, the 90s sense. They're very apathetic, expects the best services to be laid out in front of them, and gives absolutely nothing in return. This is why it's so satisfying seeing them actually reacting to something, because it's kinda like hearing the wall talk back to you. Also. KITTENS. ARE. THE. FLIPPING. CUTEST. They're so tiny, and heartwarming, and awwww-inspiring, and I'm tearing up right now just thinking about them. I would really like to have my own kitten when I finally acquire my own house. For the reasons I just listed, yes, but also because they're not overwhelming like dogs and puppies are. They're not of the jumping-in-your-face-and-licking-you-to-tell-you-that-they-appreciate-you kind. They probably don't even appreciate you and would only notice you've gone away because there is no food on their plate. It's heartbreaking. What was I talking about again? Ah yes. They're the perfect stepping stone from a goldfish to a puppy, is what I'm trying to say here. Cats or CatDogs. But yeah, kittens are nice. Acquire one.

Kate: This post is for you. You missed school because of me, obviously. Gawd, Kate.
Aoife: You're inspirational, as always. Sorry I couldn't be there! But I'm sure you had a fantastic time.
Orla: I love you, and we love you, and as my brother would say: You're the greatest! No but seriously you really are an awesome person for realzies and I'm bordering on uncomfortably cheesy here but we are all incredibly lucky to be your friend.

That's it from me guys. My long awaited and eagerly anticipated punishment is due this week, so you can expect that. Also, I'm not proof reading this, because. Why.

Love,
Danielle.