The Michael Swayne Story V: King of his Castle

It was an accident. He was sticking his paw out from under my bed whenever Itsy would go by. He had his paw still there when I walked by, and since it was dark (because I keep my light off as much as possible) I didn't see it and stepped on it. He meowed, and I instantly apologized. He licked my nose and started purring, either to say he accepted my apology, or say that he will remember this and one day kill me in my sleep and eat me.

I thought Omega had somehow slipped his new collar off. It turned out that he is just so fluffy that it doesn't look like he's wearing one until you are inches from him. I was thinking that I had wasted $2.50, but I didn't.

Mom sent me another letter today. I really need to get on the ball and write her back. She wants to know what is happening here, but I can't do it. I don't her to be upset, even if she has the right to be. I will do it...eventually.

I still have some learning to do with my animation software. I tried making the character cover his mouth, but instead of that it went through the character's head. Then I decided to contort the character into a pretzel. It was quite funny.

Dad aggravated me today. He asked if I wanted to play pool in the garage this afternoon, and I agreed. And when a song came on the radio he liked, he started blasting the noise as loud as possible. The music in the garage was already audible from inside the house (about 200 feet away), and he turns it up louder. When the song was over, I asked if he would turn it down. He said, "Listen here boy. I like to hear the music." I pointed out that it was too loud by saying "What? I can't hear you, the music is up too loud." After he turned the music back down, he broke up the balls right as I was putting the rack back in it's slot in the table. The sound of the break sent me back a bit because it was so loud. I knew he did it deliberately because he had a smile on his face when I looked at him afterward. That was the last game we played during the session.

Then this evening, he asked me to play again. I didn't want to, because of what had happened earlier today and because he is a poor sport sometimes. If he misses a few shots in a row, he will start yelling. If it continues, he motions that he's about to throw his cue. Nevertheless, I agreed. On the way to the garage, I told myself that in order to make him not start getting angry, I would not try to play well. If I were to set him up for easy shots, and miss easy shots myself; it would save me from having to hear him get angry about things not going his way. So that's what I did. I purposely missed shots I would normally make, and always set him up. I did win a couple games, but only because Dad would scratch on the 8-ball. After 10 games, Dad finally realized that I was not having fun and called it a night. The score was 8-2.

I don't have any plans for tomorrow.

Anyway, that's all for now. I hope to see you around the forums, and until I do...

Later!

Michael