I was just minding my own business, downloading a TV show from iTunes, absently petting the cat. I was "cuddling" him in the only way Fred tolerates- from about a foot away, gentle pats, no holding, confining or anything even remotely representing a clutching action permitted- when he sat up, licked my pants (down by the knee) twice, leapt off the bed and galloped out of the room.
FURRY. LITTLE. WHACKJOB.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
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