I've had some whiskey, and I've been thinkin'.
– November 1, 2007
This is my life:
Fucking cats won’t let me sleep.
Posted in Life. Tagged with cats.
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Mine does the same thing, but the more he steps all over me with his sharp little paws, the less I mind.
Holy crap. Is that your cat? He’s the spitting image of my eldest, Simon. Seriously.
My God. How is this gorgeous tuxedo not Aramis? That is indeed the furry sunshine of my life.
It’s the toes, man. Simon’s two middle toes on all paws are white.
It’s all about the toes. Aramis has two white toes on one front paw, all white toes on the other front paw, a white sock on one back paw, and a white boot on the other back paw. I also find the white whiskers insanely charming.
How old is Simon? How big is he? My boy is a year and a half, twelve pounds. God, they even have similiarly huge ears.
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