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credit to creditors
I am one of those eager-beavers who sit back and read the credits of movies.
What I was wondering, the person who compiles/write the credits, do they get credited for writing said credits?
Whoever you are, I salute you.
What I was wondering, the person who compiles/write the credits, do they get credited for writing said credits?
Whoever you are, I salute you.
Lewis the Deluded Feline
The neighbours have a cat called Lewis. He is grey with white paws and has one of those irritating bells on his collar. I always thought Lewis was a funny name to call a cat.
Now, this Lewis, when he first moved in, he developed this weird compulsion to run into our house (at great speed), locate my bedroom, and dash right under my bed. Every fricken time, he'd run to my room, regardless of where he entered the house (be it the the downstairs window, the back or front door, the crack in the ceiling...). What the heck went through his mind at that point?! Maybe he was running from the apocalypse. Perhaps my bed is the only haven to save all from zombies. I dunno; I thought he must be some sort of deluded I-think-I'm-invisible-you's-can't-catch-me type creature.
But nah, he's not deluded, just weird. I actually quite like him. Mum hates him, I don't know why. Probably cos he sets off our house alarm when he refuses to exit my room. I told him to leave, but he never listened.
He's stopped invading our house now. I no longer find a furry grey tail sticking out from under my bed, which is a shame because I found it hilarious when he'd try swipe at my feet as I walked by. He must have resorted to drugs to kick the habit he'd gotten into - no one could have done that cold turkey.
The neighbours now have a dog called Pippi. I don't think Pippi and Lewis get on very well. Lewis now spends a lot of his time over in our garden, mostly killing natives and claiming things that aren't rightfully his (like our deck chair, I know this because it is covered in grey fur). And when I say 'natives' I mean birds, like Mr. Tui who I found half-eaten underneath the washing line. Cheers Lewis, proud of you.
Yep, Lewis is a weird cat, but he may well be saving me from the apocalypse (2012, anyone?). I know where I'll be when the zombies come a'killin'.
Now, this Lewis, when he first moved in, he developed this weird compulsion to run into our house (at great speed), locate my bedroom, and dash right under my bed. Every fricken time, he'd run to my room, regardless of where he entered the house (be it the the downstairs window, the back or front door, the crack in the ceiling...). What the heck went through his mind at that point?! Maybe he was running from the apocalypse. Perhaps my bed is the only haven to save all from zombies. I dunno; I thought he must be some sort of deluded I-think-I'm-invisible-you's-can't-catch-me type creature.
But nah, he's not deluded, just weird. I actually quite like him. Mum hates him, I don't know why. Probably cos he sets off our house alarm when he refuses to exit my room. I told him to leave, but he never listened.
He's stopped invading our house now. I no longer find a furry grey tail sticking out from under my bed, which is a shame because I found it hilarious when he'd try swipe at my feet as I walked by. He must have resorted to drugs to kick the habit he'd gotten into - no one could have done that cold turkey.
The neighbours now have a dog called Pippi. I don't think Pippi and Lewis get on very well. Lewis now spends a lot of his time over in our garden, mostly killing natives and claiming things that aren't rightfully his (like our deck chair, I know this because it is covered in grey fur). And when I say 'natives' I mean birds, like Mr. Tui who I found half-eaten underneath the washing line. Cheers Lewis, proud of you.
Yep, Lewis is a weird cat, but he may well be saving me from the apocalypse (2012, anyone?). I know where I'll be when the zombies come a'killin'.
5.2.10
laze.
How unimaginative am I? Using a song title for my blog title.
That's the only great thing about being called 'Ruby' - I can use that Stones song for almost everything I name. It kinda makes me sound like a hip young thang but really, I'm just stuck for titles.
Apparently every other person called Ruby does the same though....
Oh, the humanity.
That's the only great thing about being called 'Ruby' - I can use that Stones song for almost everything I name. It kinda makes me sound like a hip young thang but really, I'm just stuck for titles.
Apparently every other person called Ruby does the same though....
Oh, the humanity.
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