RAGE! MINE CIVERLISATEON DISPECTED AND DESTROYED!
Grrrrrr! I AM LITTERLY SO RAGEFUL AND CHEESED RIGHT NOW!!!! DA RUINES OF GREAT OLD DILLONIA HAVE BEEN SULLIED AND DISPECTED AND DESTROYED FOR EVER!!!
okay, so the other day I saw Noisemaker (aka the dad of mine mother, so mine alleged grampar, not that there is anything GRAND ABOUT HIM!) went out in the garden with his power tools. I sit on the windersill to watch because i like to see the POWER and imagine chopping mine enemies up if only I had opposable fumb to hold them. I wonder, is he going to cut up logse, or cut down probersome branches from the hedge. But then he go over 2 the ruines of MY DILLONIA and START CHOPPING IT UP!!!
if u are STUPID and not so caught up with mine blog, Dillonia was the ruines of an anchint civerlisation that I found while going on my adventures in the garden with mother. It was all sorts of sticks and woods and pastics and metiles that I used mine expert archeogical intuition to find out as the ruines of an old GLADDYATOR COLERSEUM from the most awesome peoples of all times, the DILLONIANS, OF WHICH I AM ONE! BUT HE CUT THEM UP AND THREW THEM IN THE BIN! DISRESPECT TO MINE CULTURE!!!!
I mewed and mewed for him to stop but he did not and now DILLONIA IS ALL GONE!!! something me thinks that grandpar will have something stinking in his shoes soon and it is not my fault. So there….
I have had 2 cancel mine plans to demolish the whole entire house to look for further ruines beneath. Not only because I keep mine toys in the house so it needs to exist, but also becuse if I did demolish house to find more ruines then NOISEMAKER WOULD PROBABLY DESTROY THEM FOR HIS OWN AMUSEMENCE!
after he done it I go to sit in mine cat bed to SULK AND MOURN. And then Ziggy anoyingly coming up to me all weak and nervis like a binbag full of worms and tell me something. He says, in his own stupid opinion, that the NOBLE RUINS OF DILLONIA were not acshelly the remnents of the BEST CAT CIVERLISATION 2 EVER WALK THIS STUPID EARTH, but the cruppled-up bits of my mother’s old bed, which had mine LOST EXECUTIVE CREVICE where I used to sit and dream of my screamplays. I am not shure if he is right, but I did poopoo him 2 his dumb orange face.
He say “why would an ancint collerseum have box springs?” WELL, THOSE WERE FOR DOING BOUNCING MOVES DURING FITES, DUHHHHHH. IT IS LIKE HE DOES NOT KNO ANYTHING ABOUT THE DILLONIAN MARSHEL ART OF BOING-FU!!!!
and I am sad and depersed for other resins 2. mother is SELVISHLY doing a studying corse of “animal behaver,” so all day she is reading books and stresing about corse work and NOT WALKING ME ABOUT SO VERY OFTEN. DO I NEED TO BE DOING MORE BEHAVERS TO KEEP HER ATENTION??? THO ONE TIME SHE DID TAKE ME FOR A WALK AT NITE TIME WHICH WAS COOL.