Apparently Guy Furry stopped by once but I never saw him. Joe DeMeowgio stops by all the time now.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
I've missed Guy Furry twice.
Hard to tell if this is a comment about your day, or if ponying up for the sashimi brought you a bunch of elusive cats!
Ha! No I need to clear off my phone before I can download the crazy cat lady game, so I'm just enjoying it vicariously. No cheap sushi was for me, and I would have been mightly annoyed at my cat if she tried to share it.
PEACHES!!
Yaaaassss.
Peaches finally brought me her memento!
Checked in real quick before putting my phone on the charger for the night last night and caught Guy Furry (and his sundae) for my album!
I'm trying to get Frosty and I checked all day and of course he snuck in during the night. Shy little thing. I wonder if there's an algorithm that keeps the lower-powered kitties from coming around if we're looking at them too often.
While you wait for the elusive cats, you can listen to this.
Poor Hec. Maybe I can lure him back with this:
I'm getting my hair cut and colored Saturday, and I'm sorely tempted to cut about 5 inches off and get rockabilly platinum streaks.
I probably won't, though, because I don't want to deal with the maintenance of platinum streaks. #iamold