Sunday, April 19, 2009

Ah Wimoweh, Ah Wimoweh


Ever since I cut my thumb open in the yard this morning, the cat has been hanging around me in an unusually solicitous manner.  He fools no one.  I know he's waiting for me to weaken from the blood loss so he can spring on me.  Although it seems unlikely that he could take me in in a fight, I'm still planning on sleeping with my door shut tonight.Gratuitous 80's pop beefcake. Tight Fit? Whatever you say sweetie.
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2 comments:

  1. jasonApril 20, 2009 at 4:11 AM

    well, it seems you've created a mighty jungle, so what else can you expect?

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  2. Ray RayApril 20, 2009 at 8:38 PM

    Cats are sly and out for themselves...if there's an opening, they'll go for it. Beware!

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