When we last left Fat Roommate, she was eating all of our food, not washing her dishes and throwing buckets of water wall over the bathroom. A dubious series of events, but merely a prelude to Cat-Nap Wakeup.
Monday night I went out to a CMJ Kickoff party. I drank way too much, met some great people, got to meet Cause Co-Motion, wandered around the LES drunk and fell into bed around 5. Work sucked the next day, I put on my PJs after I got home, laid in bed all night and went to sleep around 11 completely exhausted.
I awaken to the sound of Fat Roommate: "Scott." "Scott." "SCCCOOOTT" "SCCCCCOOOOOTTT" and I'm thinking, "WHat the **** time is it? I must have dozed off".
I turn over to check the time on the cable box. It's 4:13 AM. Fat Roommate is standing in the doorway with a cat, mewling unhappily in her chubby, ice cream stuffed arms.
"What?"
"I found this cat outside! He was digging through the garbage. Here. Let him lay with you"
The cat is now on my bed. He smells like shit. He has a chicken bone in his mouth. There are bits of garbage stuck to him and, now, on my bed.
"God. what. okay. i pet him. go away."
"Do you think <otehr roommate> would want to see the cat?"
"Not at 4 AM, Fat Roommate."
And now all I hear is the cat howling in her bedroom where she sleeps under the thick veil of an Ambien induced psuedo-coma. Hilariously, I'm pretty sure the cat belongs to the people downstairs.
UNTIL NEXT TIME: This has been another edition of Fat Roommate!
Monday night I went out to a CMJ Kickoff party. I drank way too much, met some great people, got to meet Cause Co-Motion, wandered around the LES drunk and fell into bed around 5. Work sucked the next day, I put on my PJs after I got home, laid in bed all night and went to sleep around 11 completely exhausted.
I awaken to the sound of Fat Roommate: "Scott." "Scott." "SCCCOOOTT" "SCCCCCOOOOOTTT" and I'm thinking, "WHat the **** time is it? I must have dozed off".
I turn over to check the time on the cable box. It's 4:13 AM. Fat Roommate is standing in the doorway with a cat, mewling unhappily in her chubby, ice cream stuffed arms.
"What?"
"I found this cat outside! He was digging through the garbage. Here. Let him lay with you"
The cat is now on my bed. He smells like shit. He has a chicken bone in his mouth. There are bits of garbage stuck to him and, now, on my bed.
"God. what. okay. i pet him. go away."
"Do you think <otehr roommate> would want to see the cat?"
"Not at 4 AM, Fat Roommate."
And now all I hear is the cat howling in her bedroom where she sleeps under the thick veil of an Ambien induced psuedo-coma. Hilariously, I'm pretty sure the cat belongs to the people downstairs.
UNTIL NEXT TIME: This has been another edition of Fat Roommate!