Sammie the cat is now safely snuggling in the crook of my left arm and on my shoulder. For ten minutes now.
This is a major step for her trust. She's been very shy and slowly learning that I'm not a threat for several months.
Harvey the cat, OTOH, jumped on me and told me to skritch him almost instantly.
t carefully skritces Sammi
Oh dear. I seem to have dropped by at a bad time...
The reign of King Henry II?
Ok, so one at least person here has named their loins after all.
Not bad, Kristin! I feel your watery pain!
I thinks "loins" is like "pants." Sounds plural, is singular.
Yeah, it's short for 'pantaloins'.
You'd think you'd have been on a first-name basis after all these years. Is it all "How do you do, Ms. Queynt? Isn't the weather lovely?"
Sounds like a Monty Python sketch.
'pantaloins' --
Which is actually something that occurs during oral sex, not an article of clothing
'pantaloins' --
Not to be confused with Panto-loins. Which has much more of a mime-sex provenance.
Nobody deserves mime sex, Buffy.
Pee-Pee TeePees for the Sprinkling Wee-Wee.
Step away from the assonance, lady, and nobody gets hurt.
(I was trying to come up with an assonance joke, and just....couldn't.)
'pantaloins'
Not to be confused with Santaloins, which...well, suffice it to say that Santa comes but once a year - but he visits EVERYONE IN THE WESTERN WORLD, and many people beyond, and he knows exactly who's naughty and who's nice, and makes sure to give them what they're asking for. (There's enough in his sack for everybody.)