Mehitabel dances escape-o, left to right is de tempo, and when she get de sen-sa-tion, she go up in de air, come down in slow motion…

Geez.  I was fired today.  How heartless.  

No, not from Eviljob or Job II—from the Mehitabel hunt.  Mehitabel would not come near us (or me, rather), and so finally Chrissy told me to please go away, because everywhere I walked, Mehitabel would try to walk off, or step back from me and just glare.  She was staring me down!  

As god may or may not be my witness, one day I expect to pull up to Eviljob and find that Mehitabel has—on the asphalt, in cat food—spelt out something like:

I HATE YOU, VELOCIRAPTOR.  I HOPE YOU DIE.

Sigh.  

So they (Chrissy brought a bunny-hugging undergrad from my University) told me to go away.  And they told me to not take it the wrong way.  So I did, and I didn’t.  I want to be there, but…they’re right.  And so Chrissy-n-Kidlet went Mehitabel hunting…

…and caught what I think is probably her brother, or one of them.  I have to admit, he does look just like her.  I think Mr Peabody was another one of her brothers, too.

Sigh.  So we are trying again tomorrow.

Butsoanyway.

I guess that I had better get to sleep if I am going to (somehow) help get Mehitabel.  

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