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I'm stretched out on the couch watching the History Channel (yes, I'm a bit of a nerd. Quelle surprise.) and my cats are likewise semi-somnolent, until Tiger wakes up and decides that he needs to bother Buffy for a bit. Buffy is curled up on my shoulder, Tiger is at my feet. El Gato Tigre attempts to leap from where he is to where she is. Considering that he weighs as much as a 747 but is nowhere near as aerodynamic, he doesn't quite make it, and I have thirty-five pounds of tabby blinking at me from my stomach, and I swear Buffy is smirking...
Life with cats is never dull. Even when you want it to be
Life with cats is never dull. Even when you want it to be