I'm so sorry, Sail.
'The Killer In Me'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh, Sail. I am so sorry. There should be a law that pets can't die and they need to stay healthy and happy forever.
Forever would be nice. Tucker was just one of the sweetest cats ever. He didn't like laps, but he was perfectly happy to sit next to you on whichever piece of furniture you inhabited. He didn't like to drink from the water bowl, so he would wait on the bathmat next to the tub until I was finished showering and then he'd hop right in and start licking all the water off the bottom of the tub. He did toilets too, anything with running water. Now Elliot has started waiting while I shower and while he doesn't hop into the tub, he hops up on the edge until I'm done toweling off. It's like he thinks he has to fill in for Tucker. Sometimes it's sweet, sometimes it just makes me want to cry.
Sail, I am very sorry. It's really hard to lose something beloved.
I'm sorry about Tucker, SailAway.
Oh, Sail. It has been an absolutely wretched season for Buffista pets, I don't even know. I"m so sorry about Tucker, and glad you still have Eliot.
Spent time today helping StW move power tools out of his ex's shed. She wasn't there. Then we got pizza and watched Colbert. He just left to go do more work. I thought about doing the temptress thing, but I've got shit to do as well. Busy busy, both of us.
There's a realistic Harlequin title "No Time for Tempting."
I'm so sorry, Sail. So hard.
I'm sorry Sail, I know how hard it is to lose a beloved pet.
There's a realistic Harlequin title "No Time for Tempting."
With a split screen cover of StW in his habitual blue hoodie, but no t-shirt, in an exaggeratedly studious pose in front of a laptop; and me, passed out asleep as the clock shows 9 pm, seductive in skully long johns and surround by snoring pets.