The Lerios Family: A Day In The Life Of Pascal



	A Day In The Life Of Pascal by Pascal (pascal at lerios dot org)
Pascal (full name: Pascal (Cat) Nguyen per our vet's records) is a stray female calico we adopted. In fact, a neighbor found her at the site of her new home, trapped her in a cat trap, and was going to take her to the shelter --- but we intercepted, and since then Pascal became a fixture of our home. We named her after the computer language, as we did with our other cats.
We know nothing about Pascal's past. Although, from her behaviour (she won't take any crap --- she'll scratch if she doesn't want to be touched) we can deduce that this is her dad (a Texas bobcat):

She is also quite uppity and proud, from which we can conclude that she has royal blood; as you can see from her The Lion King casting call, she would have made an excellent Simba (and Toli was a finalist for Rafiki, until he stupidly decided to take a shower the night before the final cut).

The following pictures illustrate a day in Pascal's life, from her perspective. What's sorely missing is her voice, since she is a very talkative cat (her stage name is Kitty Te Kanawa).

I start my day early in the morning. Stupid squirrels climb from the trees to the metal roof, and make noise, so they wake me up. In return, I climb up and chase them.

Coming down is slightly harder, but I can do pretty well.

Sometimes, on the way down, I meet some other stupid animal my pets (Toli and Christine) have decided to bring home for a few days. I use my mind control over my pets, who dutifully come over and help me out.

Once in the house, I show everybody how smart I am just in case they dare to think otherwise. We started off with Toli trying to set up a fence to keep me in the kitchen; I gave him 6 tries, and foiled him within hours every time. Then he picked scrabble, thinking his English skills are better than mine; of course, I beat him again. Aren't my pets silly? [This picture was taken in California, while I was in summer camp with Ba Ngoai Mai.]

After putting my pets in their place, I send them off to the kitchen to cook for me. In the meantime, I go to work. I am a computer programmer for Meow, Inc., but since they have a discriminatory policy against feline-Americans, I use Toli as my front-man. Here I am writing some code; it was just silly Visual Basic, so I could do it with my tail.

I also have to file occasional expense reports for Toli, and I print them out for him so that he can sign them (at least he knows how to spell his name, even if it's in Greek). Well, once in a while I have to fix paper jams, so in case you want to learn how to repair a Canon C5500, follow the instructions below:
	Carefully examine the printer and locate the jam.
	Remove and discard the jammed paper.
	Verify that the path is now clear.
	Print again, making sure you guide the paper along to prevent a new jam.
Once work is over, it's dinner time! What the heck? Beans? As any normal child, I refuse to eat my vegetables... Not only are they dumb, but they are impossible to train... those humans...

Ice cream is a different story, though.

Now that was yummy!

Hey, I'm still hungry! Hmph. It seems I have to do everything on my own around here. Let's see... I caught some Swedish fish recently, time to eat them.

Ah, finally, time to rest. First, I'll watch some TV and relax.

Nope, not the floor today. Pets, move off the couch... Shoooo!

That was a good TV show about my relatives, the Benghal tigers. And now, time to sleep. I like the top of the couch.

I finally seem to have gotten through to Christine who's following my example.

Toli is harder to train --- he still doesn't get it that I cannot sleep with the lights on.

Now wait a second. My pets do have a warmer place than I do for cold nights... Shoooo!, move aside and make room for me.

Then, I might make some room for you too if I feel generous.

And thus my day ends. Although, most often, after my pets retreat to the pet room and their bed, I often join them. Not because I like them, mind you, but because I have to sing them awake the next day so that they may prepare my breakfast.
Good night!

P.S. Sometimes I get really tired of all the attention I get. As a master of disguise, I can often avoid my pets using my chameleon skills.

Or, I go hide behind the couch. Damn those unrelenting paparazzi... wasn't Princess Diana enough, or should Princess Pascal also be sacrificed, too?


© 1995-2012 Apostolos & Christine Lerios

A Day In The Life Of Pascal

by Pascal (pascal at lerios dot org)

We know nothing about Pascal's past. Although, from her behaviour (she won't take any crap --- she'll scratch if she doesn't want to be touched) we can deduce that this is her dad (a Texas bobcat):

She is also quite uppity and proud, from which we can conclude that she has royal blood; as you can see from her The Lion King casting call, she would have made an excellent Simba (and Toli was a finalist for Rafiki, until he stupidly decided to take a shower the night before the final cut).

The following pictures illustrate a day in Pascal's life, from her perspective. What's sorely missing is her voice, since she is a very talkative cat (her stage name is Kitty Te Kanawa).

I start my day early in the morning. Stupid squirrels climb from the trees to the metal roof, and make noise, so they wake me up. In return, I climb up and chase them.

Coming down is slightly harder, but I can do pretty well.

Sometimes, on the way down, I meet some other stupid animal my pets (Toli and Christine) have decided to bring home for a few days. I use my mind control over my pets, who dutifully come over and help me out.

Carefully examine the printer and locate the jam.

Remove and discard the jammed paper.

Verify that the path is now clear.

Print again, making sure you guide the paper along to prevent a new jam.

Once work is over, it's dinner time! What the heck? Beans? As any normal child, I refuse to eat my vegetables... Not only are they dumb, but they are impossible to train... those humans...

Ice cream is a different story, though.

Now that was yummy!

Hey, I'm still hungry! Hmph. It seems I have to do everything on my own around here. Let's see... I caught some Swedish fish recently, time to eat them.

Ah, finally, time to rest. First, I'll watch some TV and relax.

Nope, not the floor today. Pets, move off the couch... Shoooo!

That was a good TV show about my relatives, the Benghal tigers. And now, time to sleep. I like the top of the couch.

I finally seem to have gotten through to Christine who's following my example.

Toli is harder to train --- he still doesn't get it that I cannot sleep with the lights on.

Now wait a second. My pets do have a warmer place than I do for cold nights... Shoooo!, move aside and make room for me.

Then, I might make some room for you too if I feel generous.

And thus my day ends. Although, most often, after my pets retreat to the pet room and their bed, I often join them. Not because I like them, mind you, but because I have to sing them awake the next day so that they may prepare my breakfast.

Good night!

P.S. Sometimes I get really tired of all the attention I get. As a master of disguise, I can often avoid my pets using my chameleon skills.

Or, I go hide behind the couch. Damn those unrelenting paparazzi... wasn't Princess Diana enough, or should Princess Pascal also be sacrificed, too?

© 1995-2012 Apostolos & Christine Lerios