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Under the table and dreaming, like Douche, i mean Dave Matthews. |
I'm in a box. The Bald One is taunting me. I'm in a box. I'm in a box. In a box. In a box! I'm in a box. LOOK! I'm in a box! |
Covered in human drool thanks to an onslaught of kisses. |
Finally back to my old self. It's been months. I can't believe no one here noticed how lethargic I had become, not even The Bald One. |
The Singing Lady hacked into my damn Twitter account. I will drool and knead her belly for this. |
Spent 2 hours looking for house keys/car (trash included). Turns out, rugrat added them to aunt's purse last night. They are far away now. |
Plotting ways to deflate those giant inflatable animals. |
Babysitter! Party at our house. Doorman will ask for proof of self butt-licking. All you can eat WERUVA! |
The Singing Lady made mac & cheese for The Bald One and when she wasn't looking, I tapped into the cheese and milk mixture. It was awesome. |
Having the opposite of a hairy chest. Shiver. |
I think I'm gay. |
Wrestling with Tucker who screams like a baby when I nom on his neck. I'm the Nominator. Sir Noms-a-lot. Jeffery Nommer. Nominated for pres. |
Eating Pepcid AC and broiled chicken. |
Guessing I smell weird from the vet because Tucker won't lick my butthole like he usually does. |
Home and up to my old tricks. The Bald One is in my cage. The vet shaved my belly and now everyone can see my fat rolls. Eating, naturally |
They won't let me go home. Fever. :[ |
The Bald One is probably eating waffles right now. |
Spending the night in the ER. Strangers make me uneasy, but at least they're giving me food through a tube. |
Digging in the water dish, tossing water all around. The Bald One loves it. |
Thinking it's OK that I misspell words because I am a cat after all. Until you can lick your own neuticals, you have no room for criticism. |
