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mousmeI love my cats. I love my cats. I will deeply regret skinning them alive and turning them into earmuffs. I will miss their company when they are gone. I love my cats.
It is very difficult to remember that I love my cats when I come home and find that they have knocked a potted plant (not Jan's, in case you were wondering) into the sink. There is dirt everywhere. Now, instead of going to bed, I must clean up the mess before I can make tuna salad for this week's lunch and wash the few dishes I have left over.
Argh!
Now they're all sitting around me and purring, as though they are not, in fact, the total badnesses they truly are. *shakes head*
It is very difficult to remember that I love my cats when I come home and find that they have knocked a potted plant (not Jan's, in case you were wondering) into the sink. There is dirt everywhere. Now, instead of going to bed, I must clean up the mess before I can make tuna salad for this week's lunch and wash the few dishes I have left over.
Argh!
Now they're all sitting around me and purring, as though they are not, in fact, the total badnesses they truly are. *shakes head*
