This is my cat. This is dirty hockey gear. This is my cat face down in dirty hockey gear. It's so weird that you don't know if you should shoo him away or just turn your head and leave him me. So gross.
It never fails. As soon as winter begins, I start daydreaming about gardens blooming and pots full of fragrant herbs on the front porch. However, we've got a ways to go before seeds should even be started. Didn't stop me from ordering a bunch of seeds for the upcoming season though!
When you're sick, I DO believe you get to do whatever makes you feel better. Sleep as much as you can. Eat whatever tastes good. Just drink a ton of water and stay your ass at home. Banish yourself with the following and you'll (hopefully) be back on your feet tomorrow.
Sure he's good looking, but this cat is positively capable of murder. Now I understand why people turn into crazy cat people: They have to document their animals for fear of becoming a gruesome headline.
I like to spend my dollars locally whenever possible but apparently that goes out the window on evenings when I'm pissed off. A ginormous box showed up on my doorstep today. Ahhhh, that's right. I ordered a bunch of stuff the other night...
Just when I'm starting to make friends with this worthless furbag and that he is now my responsibility, a package arrives. A square box, containing a late birthday present from my old college roommate.