In a time of chimpanzees, I was a penguin.
The religious right is motivated by the suspicion that someone, somewhere,
is having fun -- and that this must be stopped.
My kittehs were out on the patio sunning themselves, so I decided to go outside and take some photos. The Mighty Fang disagrees, stating quite bluntly that my job is to be inside available in case he wishes to sit on my lap:
So of course I rush back upstairs and sit in my chair near the patio door with lap available and say "here, kitty kitty!". At which point...
I guess he showed me who's boss, eh?
-- Badtux the Cat-owned Penguin
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Oh, the insouciant nothingness of being.
ReplyDeleteThey can be so mean our kittehs! ;)
ReplyDeleteAh yes, but his fur is so soft and he is so warm on my lap when he decides to spend an hour or so sleeping there... so he is forgiven.
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