Monday, August 18, 2008

it's 23:59... you know where your fiance is?

mine is chasing the cat around the apartment.


the cat.

and peering over the couch at it, daring it to leap at him, and then whining when there's divots left in the leather (stuff it in your sock-hat and eat it, PETA) from The Kitteh launching himself off of / over.

So. Strange.

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