Twoo Wuv December 2, 2005 Lauren The kitties spoon after a long night of helping me grade papers. Note Doug’s arm gently draped over Pablo. This, folks, this is wuv.
Mommy, mommy, the kitty cats are molesting each other! No dear, Doug and Pablo are expressing their attraction and affection for each other in a mature, respectful, physical manner. What? They’re fucking. Oh. Did Doug remember to put on a condom? No, he didn’t… Bad cat! How many times have I told you not to bareback Pablo in the house?! Take it outside, now!
What is this “if only” business? You haven’t found the hidden cameras yet? Oh, um, uhhhh, never mind. You didn’t read that. Shit.
My rabbit helped me grade papers, until the time he snatched a paper out of my hands, ran down the hall with it, and started eating it. Fortunately, he couldn’t run too fast because he kept stepping on the paper, so I got it away from him with only minor damage.
I was just trying to figure out if it was the cat’s or the wine and knitting that got you through 🙂
See, gay marriage isn’t that bad. I dont even feel like my marriage is threatened by two male cats cuddling.
And thus the difference between men and women: Men notice the sex, women notice the furniture. Wait a minute, am I on a feminist blog againt? Dammit!
fuck you, Auguste. the first think I noticed… ok, first was “man, cat eyes always freak me out in pictures” second was “that is a nice chair. I want one. I wonder if I can find something like that for under 100.”
$5 at a garage sale. The lady said it was her part of her grandmother’s “nice” furniture (i.e. no children allowed, hence the mid-70’s chair in perfect condition) and yukked it up as I handed her the cash. Little did she know.
Beautiful cats, beautiful chair. My grandmother (paternal) had “nice furniture” like that. Then she died and my family moved in and all of her nice stuff is covered with old papers and computer innards, compliments of my parents and brother. She had wonderful taste, though, and when I move out into my own apartment I think I will attempt to bring along her “davenport” (a green designer sofa with lotuses printed all over it). Considering that nobody ever uses it, preferring instead to clear papers off the same chairs they dump the papers on whenever they want to sit down, I hopefully will not have to put up too much of a fight for it. I will, however, have to put up a fight if I want the chandelier in the dining room (stained-glass and shaped like a lotus)—despite the fact that nobody ever uses that either. And I know I will not succeed in getting the four-by-six-foot oil-on-canvas landscape that sits above the green davenport, but that’s fine because I can paint my own. Best of all, however? Candles. My mother will not let me burn them at home, let alone incense, so I take them over to my friend’s house to use them, however the other day one of her small siblings got into her room, found her matches, and went around burning small holes in things, so her parents confiscated all the candles. Including mine. So I will be very happy to have all the candles I want, davenport or no davenport.
One day I will get a non-blurry photo of all my pets, the two cats and the dog, all heaped up on the couch.