The Tale of Prince Beau and the Raccoon:

Once upon a time, a valiant young cat named Prince Beau set out into the dark night in search of the high mouse sorceress named Medea. The journey would have taken less than 20 prances had it not been for the evil Count Raccoonzo, his arch nemesis!

Prince Beau had watched Count Raccoonzo reek havoc across his kingdom for years from the bay window in the dining quarters. It was his desire to strike him down if ever the encounter took place. So on this fateful night the two engaged in vicious combat.

For minutes the struggle continued until Prince Beau let out an ear-splitting MEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW! Then... there was silence. At this time the high mouse sorceress, Medea crept from the shadows to find Prince Beau fallen to the ground and the striped tail of Count Raccoonzo retreat into the distant shrubbery. As she came upon Prince Beau she found he was not dead, but alive, with a gash splitting his left ear down the middle.

Count Raccoonzo never returned but since that night, Prince Beau continues to watch from the bay window and when chance permits he prances around the grounds of his kingdom in search of any trace of Count Raccoonzo, forever with his ear as a reminder of the battle of that night, so long ago.

The End

I am so scared...
Beau got out while I was literally taking care of his shit and when I tried to pick him up, he hissed at me.
Anyshwaz, if you don't hear from me again, it's because Beau has murdered me.... I offered a sacrifice of canned tuna, so pray I'm still alive by mornin.

Human Osteology, Pomegranate Juice, & Tuna Dining

Oh Internet!

How wonderfully distracting you are!

At this moment and for all of tomorrow I am supposed to be studying for Human Osteology (yes I realize that is a link to Forensic Anth) which is quite literally pummelling me into oblivion. But of course I had to click that little orange fox circling the globe... *disappointed sigh*.

So what has been so distracting (besides what I am now doing w/ blogger)? Marathoning the TV series Dead Like Me. I believe my already depressed state is being encouraged further w/ choices such as these, but whateva, I kinda really don't care anymore. Well that's a lie, but I'm close enough that Present Ashley is always screwing Future Ashley over.

My other wise choice for this evening was deciding that pomegranate was a great addition to tonight's craptastic soggy omelet tortilla dinner. Now, my computer screen and keys are lookin' pretty gnarly, almost as if Dexter has visited and not cleaned up.

On to the Tuna Dining portion of this evening...

After successfully avoiding true studying with a shower, marathoning, cooking and eating a passable dinner and cleaning up all the tools, I then decided to pamper Prince Beau (He's back!).

I cleaned both his water and food bowl and then started singing about how awesome his awesome tuna treat was going to be. I am quite certain he loved it probably because he knew tuna was in his stomach's near future. But I'm quite certain he still hates me for singing because every time I do, he gives me the scary death-by-cat glare that I really should be frightened of but continue to defy him anyways.

Anyshwahz I ought to actually study if I am expecting to pass this class at all.