Guys, it is so cold in this house that my cat has sought refuge from the chill by burrowing under both my quilt and part of my torso.

I demand either more blankets or an accommodating larger organism to utilize for my parasitic warmth-hoarding needs.

In my Contemporary Literature class, was assigned to write a short narrative about the most romantic story I know. Call me strange, but the most romantic story I know is the tale of my two cats, Sugar Smacks and Shadow. Yes, I'm perfectly aware how weird this makes me seem. Oh well. Anyway, here it is.

Sugar Smacks and Shadow were only kittens when ( Read more... )