Riley: We need to get bunkbeds in this joint.
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Riley: We need to get bunkbeds in this joint.
I can’t believe you’re oppressing your Feline-Americans by denying them bunk beds. BUNK BEDS FOR ALL, I SAY. Ahem.
Pardon the screaming. I can’t imagine what came over me.
The orange & white one looks like she’s chortling behind her paw.
Moondoggie always looks like he’s chortling, but then, he’s been hitting the Meowie Wowie pretty damned reliably.
And Riley will ALWAYS have the exasperated/exhausted look of the oppressed, he must’ve been a union shop steward in a past life. Plus, y’know, he was there first, and Moondoggie still rates, from what I’ve seen, as “the annoying new kid.”
*sigh*
I remember when my cats were still relatively lithe and cat-shaped… I still feed them high-fiber, low-fat diets and as much cat-grass as I can grow, but they don’t get NEARLY enough exercise. Be nice if I could get ‘em to walk on a treadmill… y’know, when they’re not busy hocking-up hairballs or exploring the nether-regions of the comatose mind. But then, when has anybody ever gotten a cat to do ANYTHING?
Something to say?
Oooo, don’t they look lovey-dovey.
DO THEY EVER AMBULATE?
Or do you show just their lazy-ass side?
Left by Slywy on January 10th, 2009