Their cute little faces
The fuzzy little bodies. They way they look like drowned rats when you bathe them. They way they lol about in the sunshine. The hours of fun you can have with your kitten just by adding a paper sack or a piece of string to the relationship. The unconditional love acceptance of their superiority. The repeated attempts to trip me when I use stairwells. The rhythic sensation when they sit on my groin. The strangled keening wail that starts at the top of the driveway and lasts a good 90 seconds without a breath as they walk down the drive, through the office and into the house.
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Tue 31 Mar 2009, 4:20,
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This explanation
combined with your sig paints a somewhat melancholy picture in my mind.
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Tue 31 Mar 2009, 4:24,
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I thought hatstand was a good thing!
I do apologise if I have caused you consternation! I blame Charlie, the world's loudest kitten.
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Tue 31 Mar 2009, 4:46,
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