the cat has essentially began to stalk me, which has been really good. and by good i don't mean free cookies good. i mean having weasles instead of feet by which i mean not very good at all. (citation needed: michael herring, circa 2004). i keep my door closed while i'm not home so that tucker can't get in there and tear apart everything, but lately everytime i open my door, gabbie's climbs out of my closet, or is sitting in one of my dresser drawers, or is taking a bath in my bed.

today as i was walking across campus from class to the parking lot, i witnessed a straight up barbecue happening. complete with grills and hot dogs. i went over to ask what it was for, because i thought it was maybe a fundraiser, but they said it was "just for fun". then they began to throw hamburgers at a nearby tree. when mike got out of class an hour later he informed me that they had begun a hot dog eating contest. i'm heartbroken that i missed out on that gem.

then i came home to find a crab leg in my driveway. i went inside and found tucker looking awfully embarassed so i'm 99.9% positive he had something to do with it.