Since Mary's the teacher, shall I assume Riley's talking to her? Which means... Oh, sorry, got distracted. All I know is, in my home Riley would get to keep the shirt and the non-shirtless partner would get to taunt the other one for leaving clothes lying around. But the cats basically own us here.Nagi's back to sleeping in the bathroom sink again, so I assume her lack of actual hip bones has ceased to in any way hinder her. She can now climb like a markhor *and* eel through any tiny crack she can get her head into. And to think my partner was disappointed she didn't get hip replacements because it means she's not bionic. "Yeah, but now she's elastic!"
Ah, you can't kid me. That there tuxedo gal is purring! Or is about to begin.Laundry, fresh, cats, for the use of.
They're *always* purring when they're winning.
My cats are involved in a conspiracy against my clothing. If the items are laid out on the bed and they're dark colors, then the white kitties gets dibs on 'em to loll around on. If the pieces are white, then Mojo the black beast, wins. I never do.
BTW, a clarification here.....I ain't the original Anonymous....actually Gappy but don't have another profile name right now so I'll be anonymous #2 if no one minds!
I'm sure that you prolly have a much better, much faster camera than I do, but I still covet your cats, Scott & Mary. Yeah, mine are cool and all, but OLD cats are fucking GROSS, and they NEVER let me catch them being "cute"/"funny"/"brilliantly evil" ON CAMERA, the shits.And Mary, you are a woman of commendable patience --- if these two don't outlive me, I am NEVER having cats again, because someday, I want to own SOMETHING, even if it's only one washcloth or one shirt, THAT ISN'T MADE UP OF 50% CAT HAIR. No matter how many times you launder them, no matter how many cycles in the dryer, YOU NEVER GET RID OF THE FRIGGIN' CAT HAIR. Just because the majority of my wardrobe is black doesn't alter the annoyance quotient whatsoever, because those hairs don't just turn into "hair spiders" stuck to my clothes, THEY MIGRATE INTO EVERY SINGLE THING THAT I EAT, no matter how often I clean EVERYTHING.Yes, I love my cats, they've been there for me when no humans were, through some of the hardest times in my life. But dammit, they're so fucking GROSS!
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