Tales of a Secret Rockstar

My Dorm is becoming Animal Farm

I keep having random, animal related mishaps. It's really weird. I had two yesterday. First, we discovered that this "rat" in our ceiling was actually a trapped bird. That was kind of sad I guess. All the girls were making girly noises like "awwww" or "oooooh." I was kind of hoping the bird would fly out and cause havoc. It didn't, however. Instead, I think it died. Birds don't like feeling like they have to live up to others' expectations I suppose. So now we have a dead bird in our ceiling that will probably do what most other dead things do and start smelling bad and producing maggots soon. Unless our hero Larry can come and get it out soon.

Second, the cat sat on my toothbrush. The Morrisson cat, who I have tried so hard to build a meaningful relationship with, decided to plant her ass right on the bristles. I was disgusted, to say the least. A rather hilarious chase ensued, as I yelled at the cat, grabbed the toothbrush and threw it at the cat, then chased the cat around the hallways. I've decided to give it a new nickname . . . "Bitch". I think that's charming. Much like my ass toothbrush.

Although I must confess that the cat came back later that night . . .
And I petted it . . .
And snuggled . . .