I've found that the no-cats-on-tables rule Just Doesn't Work so I've bowed to the inevitable and Lancecat is allowed everywhere except the dining table when I'm actually eating and the kitchen counter when I'm preparing food. It seems to work *knocks on wood* but he's only a year old...
I think he does it just to humour me really :-) I'm not complaining though, as long as a stern NO! and a stopping hand will keep him sitting on the other counter just watching I'm very happy!
Your cats are adorable, which they of course know, and are working for everything they can. I particularly love the cuddly photo.
And yes, gay kitties! I had two boy kitties about 25 years ago (Joshua and Elijah--not because I'm religious, ahahaha! they're just pretty names), litter-mates, so even pervier. Their mother's name was Sweet Leaf, heh. Anyway, they were very fond of the 69 position, at all hours of the day or night, in front of company, whatever. Keep in mind that this was well before I came out and got enlightened about gayness being OK, so, well, it wasn't like I was horrified, but embarrassed? Yes. Also, I threw them out of bed at night for doing it, because dammit, no-one's having sex in my bed but me.
So heh. Yes. Very entertaining. Also, I adored Joshua and Elijah, so thank you for the fond memories...
First of all, Joshua, Elijah, and Sweet Leaf, awesome names.
Second of all, omg kittie 69!!! That's. Um. Wow. I don't know what else to say. Although I can imagine being embarrassed about that in front of company no matter how liberal your views on the gay, dude.
Third of all, no-one's having sex in my bed but me, bwah. BWAH.
Here I am on Monday morning - early, worried about what I am going to see when I click the cut, getting all soft hearted because you had a tough week, and then I come in and see your very adorable kitten - and well thanks...you made me smile very early in the morning!
See, I think segregation is wrong. It's all a part of your unique absurdity you know. And you would deny us the gross and denuded added onto the crass and funny. (OK I couldn't think of a word to rhyme with denuded except deluded.... HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!! crass and deluded. Perfect! Carry on.
I know you're right about the cross and dilut -- I got lost, I think. :P
The funny comes from the dark stuff, I know, and I know you know what it's like, but I hesitate to be inflicting this on the flist all the time. Like, everybody's all Whoo Hoo! Justin! and I'm all, let me tell you about my patient who just died and his sad family. Doesn't seem fair somehow.
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I've found that the no-cats-on-tables rule Just Doesn't Work so I've bowed to the inevitable and Lancecat is allowed everywhere except the dining table when I'm actually eating and the kitchen counter when I'm preparing food. It seems to work *knocks on wood* but he's only a year old...
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And yes, gay kitties! I had two boy kitties about 25 years ago (Joshua and Elijah--not because I'm religious, ahahaha! they're just pretty names), litter-mates, so even pervier. Their mother's name was Sweet Leaf, heh. Anyway, they were very fond of the 69 position, at all hours of the day or night, in front of company, whatever. Keep in mind that this was well before I came out and got enlightened about gayness being OK, so, well, it wasn't like I was horrified, but embarrassed? Yes. Also, I threw them out of bed at night for doing it, because dammit, no-one's having sex in my bed but me.
So heh. Yes. Very entertaining. Also, I adored Joshua and Elijah, so thank you for the fond memories...
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Second of all, omg kittie 69!!! That's. Um. Wow. I don't know what else to say. Although I can imagine being embarrassed about that in front of company no matter how liberal your views on the gay, dude.
Third of all, no-one's having sex in my bed but me, bwah. BWAH.
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Now you understand the *real* reason why they call it 'pussy whipped' :-)
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The funny comes from the dark stuff, I know, and I know you know what it's like, but I hesitate to be inflicting this on the flist all the time. Like, everybody's all Whoo Hoo! Justin! and I'm all, let me tell you about my patient who just died and his sad family. Doesn't seem fair somehow.
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