I have never heard the term faithful as a pussycat, but it's very evocative.

I'm a new and not entirely voluntary cat owner. Mostly we ignore each other except when she cuddles up at night (and vocally complains any time I shift.)

Work from home days she will jump up on the counter (where I work) like 19 times no matter how many times I grab her and drop her to the floor. Her general facial expression when she gets up one more fucking time and looks at me can best be described as "Fuck You, Whale!*)

Honestly, her usual facial expression is the death glare. Given that mine is the same, you'd think we'd get along better.

Turns out (surprise!) I'm a dog person.

[*That's a Southpark reference, not a body image demon, to be clear.]

Owen and his concern for Polgara is hysterical. Perhaps he will grow up and defeat the Insomnia Fairy!

Sighhhhhh

I have never heard the term faithful as a pussycat, but it's very evocative.

Oh yes you have. "Killer Queen" by Queen.

Ok, I want to be amused too. Do I have to have Twitter to read owen's tweets?

I ate so much food at dinner that I am still monstrously uncomfortable two hours after I stopped eating. Poor planning. Ow. But I never get to eat good Cuban food at home! Still, reminder to self of limits and the reasons for them.

Freaking insomnia fairies.

I have "followed" Owen on twitter. Now I just have to remember to READ twitter and even post.

In my other I can't sleep so what else should I do, wandering through okcupid is probably not the brightest idea. I'm so tired of the NGA bench. A hug and a smooch would be fantastic. That being said, I have a 22 year old who is trying to tell me that our age gap shouldn't be a reason not to get together. Ummm....I have a daughter almost his age. And he fails the "half my age plus 5" cougar test. (Isn't that the calc?) Shoot, he is barely over the "half my age" part.

I think half plus seven is for a suitable mate.

Not a suitable, you know, mating...

He also wants to suit up and defeat the evil meringue for Sue.

This killed me ded last night. DED!

Leo the Cat has lined his toys up in a neat line pointing to the door.

Should I be afraid?

Aw, he's displaying his kills for you. Praise him as a mighty (if symbolic) hunter and all will be well.

meara, Owen's tweets are public. You can read them without having a twitter account.

billytea, Ryan is growing too fast. Also, he keeps resetting the adorability scale.