So I said three days ago that I would have an update by now. I feel bad, I'm so sorry. I am really trying to make a commitment to this. Weekends are unpredictable though, you never know.
Thank you Cava!
Chapter ThreeI am so happy to report that I finally had the money to upgrade the place a bit. Yes I added some nice neutral wallpaper and a nice carpet. Even put a picture up of my ideal future someday. You see me here going through the classifieds looking for that special lady who isn't the stalker type.
Speaking of which. Look who walked in as easy as you please and plopped herself down at my chess board once more. At least she changed up her outfit a bit, I'll give her that. The whole we are just friends talk seemed to go right over her head. Like talking to a wall. If a wall just started back with blank nonsensical adoration that is.
Do not sleep. Never sleep. For when you do, my revenge shall be swift and true. Soon I will have an army and I shall rule this home.
The classifieds got me nowhere. So the only sensible thing to do was to go where the ladies are. Now if I know anything about women, it's that they like to dress nice and pretty for me. So of course I headed myself over to the flipping flock. Took a nice long look around, plenty of lovelies to choose from. Now to turn on the charm.
Owen: Hey baby, is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants.
*PUNCH*
Random Victim: ... Take one step closer and I'm calling the police
I'll take that as a no. Ow, my nose hurts where she punched me. Better try a more subtle approach next time.
Owen: Hey there. I know that milk dose the body good, but wow, how much you been drinking?
Lakeshia: Oh my God, you are so funny! What's your name?
Owen: Owen my dear lady.
Lakeshia's friend: I'd be careful girl, he looks like he's capable of pretty much anything and can you say cheesy?
Lakeshia: Oh but he's cute.
Owen: Now that is speaking my language!
Owen: Oh dear, It seems I lost my phone number, can I borrow yours?
Lakeshia: You can if you promise to keep it safe.
Owen: I'll keep it right here in my shirt, close to my heart.
Owen: Oh baby I hate for you to leave, but I love to see you go!
Success! Easier then I thought it was. She's so smart and laughs at my jokes, I can really see something coming out of this.
Did you stop by because you heard about my petition? What? You want cat rights? That's the silliest thing I've ever heard. Why would cats need rights.
*see extended claws.*
Oh, is that why? When you put it that way, it because so much more clear.
One thing that's important about being a campaigner is getting out into the real world on doing your thing. So I got a job in service. Not so bad, because little do they know in the end they will end up serving me!
Successful first day! I rounded up some warmrats, and got a promotion. Yeah they see that the Scampmister going places and showing little rodents who is boss.
He did it again, on my brand new carpet! No matter what I do, it always comes to this. If only I could see into his brain then I might know. That's it. I've got to think like a dog, be the dog Owen, think like a dog. What could he want?
Owen: Hello there. Pleased to meet you. My name is Owen and I hope we can be friends.
Scamp: Now would you look at this. I'm finally getting some respect around here! Yay my petition is clearly working. Pleased to meet you right back, my name is Scamp.
Silly humans, so pleased at the most simple things. Still it's nice sometimes to manipulate a bit. Maybe I and this human can be friends after all. Can't neglect my art though. So many things left to create, what could be next I wonder.