Ares' Journal: Fish Oil

Caution: Rut Ahead

This is what humans call "falling into a rut".

I've just been pretty apathetic to all around me. I've had no desire to leave the couch. I've contemplated making art out of the litter, but it remained nothing more than a contemplation. I've picked and poked at my food, but the taste is simply blaise.

Not even observing Kelly Osbourne and her infectious smile could snap me out of this so-called "rut".

I'd always been curious how humans could fall into so many ruts when such ditches seemed to be fairly obvious, even from great distances. Now, I seem to have more clarity on the issue.

The only somewhat interesting thing to report is that I have returned to calling Ares by his adorable nickname of Chares (pronounced as cherries). His tear duct popped out last night, and the human pet just shook her head. Nothing like one more bill during the holidays to make the season bright!

Has anything interesting been happening with you, my friends and readers? If so, let me live vicariously through you.

What are they singing?

The human pet's brothers give new meaning to the words 'American Bandstand' at the wedding

Here comes the bride...

Well, apparently the human pet left to get me a brother-in-law. To be honest, though, I don't know if he would be called my brother-in-law or simply a cousin by marriage. I'll have to think about this...

Congratulations to the human pet's sister and her new husband as they begin their journey together! Yay for human mating rituals!