Ugh, Fay. My sympathies.
'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
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Peaceful kitty-ma to the House of Reason! Oh, and UGH to poor Fay. I'm sorry, sweetie.
If anyone would like to know why Drew may never sleep with me again, feel free to read the continuing saga of the air conditioner. It's so bad it's funny. Comedy of Errors without the twins.
Yes, Fay has my sympathies, still the loomage must have its way.
Hi all. My god, it's nice to not have kitties locked away in the basement. It's been a very strange week which has thrown off my equilibrium.
I guess I better get on with those F2F piccies...
KITTY PICS FIRST.
Pshaw. Jilli has taken some so I leave that to her. I wish I had whatever camera was used to take their portraits for Petfinder because it got remarkable detail in the blacks.
There is a black kittie sprawled on the Jack Skellington rug in front of me. This makes me unreasonably happy.
Awwww.
Hops off downstairs to take a look.
Runs back to compooter.
Neener!
Heads back downstairs.
Brat. Adorable, but Brat.
There is a black kittie sprawled on the Jack Skellington rug in front of me. This makes me unreasonably happy.
t is DED from the cute
Now if only (a) Ruthven would stop being such a scaredy-cat and come upstairs, and (b) if Trinian would stop hissing any time the either of the boys came near her.