I found this on Bone's blog on Wednesday, and I decided to use it as a springboard for writing this Friday's post. Feel free to participate if you want.
I am...an amazing attention whore.
I think...about whether or not my food bowl is empty all the time.
I know...how to communicate with squirrels in the yard.
I want...to be constantly pet and adored.
I have...allergies, and oh, are they a doozy.
I wish...I could go outside, just once.
I hate...being left alone.
I miss...my human pet when she is away for too long (Please do not tell her that right now. I'm still...angrier than a russled fire ant hill.)
I fear...going to the vet. No, really. It's terrifying.
I hear...dripping coming from the sink.
I smell...like Downey fabric softener for some reason.
I love...Cesar Milan.
I care...that I have a full food bowl.
I always...am the packleader. (See "I love...")
I am not...a whiner, contrary to popular belief.
I believe...I'm the best there ever was, ever is, ever will be.
I dance...on occasion. I like rap.
I sing...to my own tune.
I write...to prove there are other sentient beings on this planet.
I win...every time.
I lose...to no one.
I never...want to exercise.
I listen...when I want to.
I can usually be found...sleeping on my pet's bed.
I am scared when...Diet Coke cans are opened in my presence.
I read...facial expressions very well.
I forget...all of the bad stuff eventually.
I just...licked my hoohahless hoohahs. I bet most human males out there are now jealous.
I am happy about...everything, everyday.
Also, a few categories that Bone added...
I only...moan when I have to get something done.
I need...a place to myself when this damn puppy arrives.
I wonder...if I will ever become famous from working on this blog and be interviewed by Matt Lauer on the Today show.
And one I'm adding just to show off...
I pounce...on mosquito hawks that decide to infiltrate my home.