Cat Farts and Shoes.
My next nomination for a Natter thread Name.
'Get It Done'
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Cat Farts and Shoes.
My next nomination for a Natter thread Name.
There is no excuse for that.
Bad cat chow?
I am overweight and I have a large forehead. And yet, I have the utter temerity to consider myself reasonably attractive. In the real world, with other real people in it.
If I were putting up a sultry photo of my narcissistic hot self on the Web? I would wear something pretty, not a grandma dress and clunky shoes and glasses, and not sit on the fucking floor in what is undoubtedly a sparsely furnished charmless apartment with ugly carpet. Trying to look sultry in that situation just makes you look ridiculous. The woman is crazy.
Bad cat chow?
Nope! He's on prescription food for diabetic cats and the treat food he gets hasn't changed. He just sometimes gets The Gas, and it is horrific. Of course, any change in, um, output from this cat has me fretting these days, since the Mystery Illness.
Sue can buy shoes for me too.FTR, Fluevogs non-french fashion word (?) fit my feet well. Spendy, but really nice and very well made.
not sit on the fucking floor in what is undoubtedly a sparsely furnished charmless apartment with ugly carpet
THANK YOU! I don't care how self-absorbed you (err, her) are, posing with the cable outlet does not make you hawt.
He just sometimes gets The Gas, and it is horrific.
I think it's safe to say that he's not alone.
They stay on my feet, because I have frog flippers, too
Sophia, do you need a wide width shoe? Those are adorable, but I wear a wide width and am v. leary of any shoe that doesn't come in wides.
See? Her is why me lurves me some Brotherhood. The cat farts, so she gets dumped way off in the woods in the middle of the night.
Everybody feels guilty about it, and stuff, but there are no more farting cats hanging around the house.
Oh, Gus. I was going to go sit by you on the no-shoe-talk couch, but you had to go and approve of dumping cats in the woods.(I don't care how nasty said cat's farts are, that's just mean)
Wait. Did I approve of cat-dumping?
t reads back
Uhm. Okay, it looks like I did. There was guilt, though, and the whole cat-dumping incident was cocaine-driven and regretted the next day.