So, what have I been up to? I got a blu-ray player and a 32" flat screen. And a new car, and a new apartment, and a new-old cat (Mom's Treasure Paws). She is kyoot, of course. I shall post a picture so you can get the idea.
She is exceedingly wee. A total of 6 lbs at 2 years of age, so the tininess implied in this picture is not that far off the mark. My homestyle pirate likes to call her "Cow-cow Chickenhead" because of her white-with-black-spottedness. Don't ask, I don't know where he gets this stuff. Her name is Mandy (Amanda if you're nasty) but I like to call her Manders. Or Mandini, or Mrs. Manderson. Or Miss Thang. She considers the stroking of her fur grounds for finger-licking goodness. She will thoroughly lick your fingertips if you let her. She will also flee from a rapidly whirling ceiling fan, as I just learned in my new apartment.
So, now the catz outnumber the humans in my home. That was their plan all along, I assure you. Everyone gets along, so that's a bonus, but nevertheless, don't let them fool you with that feet-in-the-air innocent thing they do. They are of the opinion that they are the boss of you. And this Mandini is the queen of all these fools. She has my poor Clyde (orangestuff) completely in love and retarded (follows her EVERYWHERE) and she personally grooms Jasputin to woo him into thinking she's his servant, which she is not, as she will occupy his warm spot immediately on his departure.
AAH precious kitties. I love your soft bodies, but love not your nighttime peeping. And you should start WORKING to pay for all this litter and kibble I'm shelling out for. Wouldn't you pay Manders to shill something for you? Permakitten for hire! She'll up the value of any product! Consider the orange and the black and grey fluffy medium and large versions, as well!
Naptiger out!
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