Because a cat’s the only cat who knows where it’s at.
“Did I just lose a beauty pageant to a cat?” queries David from the living room…
“Did I just lose a beauty pageant to a cat?” queries David from the living room…
“Uh-oh,” I say as I’m about to step into my bedroom…
David sucks at stopping conversations. When he has the opportunity to make a declarative statement that will allow him to be able to walk away? He can’t do it…
“I’m okay,” I murmur, transfixed by my reflection…
“I feel so confident in my pseudo retro-look! My posture is something my mother can be proud of! My shoes match my skirt almost exactly!!!”
…nothing can beat the noise of cats out to kill each other…
Poor guy looks so exhausted. I know that he didn’t sleep well last night.
This seems to be the perfect time to be really high on muscle relaxants…
Go ahead and order from this site. You’re right, it’s a steal, the price is SO GOOD…
He is perplexed when I explain that were I to pick out a suit without him there, that the suit would not fit…