Okay, let's just deal with the elephant in the room up front: This is not
a photo of a sixty-nine! If you look carefully, you can see that it is -- at most
-- a sixty-seven and seven-eighths. Now that we've gotten that out of the way, feel free to add your own caption in the comments.
Your booty smells divine!
And yours is like a fine wine.
You have a dirty mind, Scott. Like my first cat, Simon, and the smartest dog who ever lived, Pookie (half pit, half English bulldog), they are arranged in the most-adorable yin-yang design in all of petdom. If I can find a picture of Simon & Pookie, I'll happily send. Unfortunately, it's not a straight-down shot, so you can't see the yin-yang exactly, but you get the general idea.
Besides, it being Riley & Moondoggie, it's obviously a case of "where's the cushiest place to rest my head?"!
Oh, btw, I finally have my ISP back, though the machine itself is getting a little schizophrenic today. "Updates," my ass.
P.S.: AT&T SUCKS & BLOWS AT THE SAME TIME, AND NOBODY GETS TO ENJOY IT FROM EITHER END!!!
Little to the left.
The cosiest cosmic symbol in the Continuum.
The Oriental Art of Kitty Arranging ...
Two straight cat-blogs about sniffing ass.
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