-It is literally and figuratively raining cats and dogs around here.
-We got a cat from church, and almost took on six more puppies till mum said no.
-We were all devastated.
-As if eight dogs were a lot!!!
-Ophelia is actually sleeping on my lap now. (the kitten)
-This is probably a bad idea, since it will be me she wakes up to play with at midnight : thirty-five yet again.
“Where's Ophelia?!” Isaac exclaims just now, running in the room.
“Here!” I yell over the thunder.
“Where’s Cyrano?!” He exclaims again.
“Dunno!” I yell back.
-He checks under my bed, pulls the little rabbit out and plops her on my lap.
(Note: at this point in time everyone thinks she's a girl. I give up.)
“Can you take care of her?!” He exclaims.
“Fine!” I yell.
-Then he runs off to exclaim at other people.
-Cyrano climbs off my lap and tries to find a way down. I put him on the ground.
-Kids come in and out, all yelling over each other and the rain.
-Every once in awhile Ophelia will wake up and then go back to sleep in a curled position.
-Rachel comes in and tells me:
“Isaac's like: ‘I really want to sit in this water!’ Then a few minutes later he slips in it!”
“Heh!” I laugh in appreciation.
-I think I will write some more now.
-I have a terrible headache. My stomach wants to empty lunch all over my bed, and also it begs me to eat supper.
-I lay in the semi-darkness of my room and tell it to shut up.
-Cyrano messes with something under my bed, and Ophelia growls, purrs, and eats the rest of my toast simultaneously.
-I thought she was fighting with Cyrano at first, but I think she was growling at the flies actually.
-We have so many flies.
-I don't know where they came from, but gawsh they are annoying!!
-We are now waging war on the living flies and the dead flies that accumulate on floors, counters and the dining room table.
-But my head hurts.
-I'm going to read now, since I have nothing better to do and I can’t sleep.