Operation: duck smuggle*

The Ls have gotten ducks. Ducks. As in more than one. In the dorms. I've decided to call them Chandler and Joey. The ducks, not the Ls.

This makes me feel better about smuggling my cat Moira here on Sunday. Which I am doing only to save her from certain death. Meet the new me: Spark of Life, teenage rebel. If I get caught with an animal, I'll have to pay a hefty extermination fee, but I've really been left with no choice. I've got 3 months left on campus and my parents decide to get rid of her. Screw that. I'm taking my cat, and then punching them. In the face.

This is going to take some major swindling on the parts of the R and me. But we shall find a way, oh yes. We've already got contingency plans in the case of fire, an RA at the door, the cat getting loose, and velociraptors. I think we've got all the bases covered. When all else fails, I'll bring out my uzi.

*sounds better than "cat smuggle"