Y'all? Are the best. I indulged, yes, indulged in some serious self-pity yesterday, and you slammed back some incredibly beautiful comments. And for that? I thank you from the bottom of my broken heart. Seriously. You? Are awesome. And your ass looks fantastic in those pants. Seriously. Your ass? Fantastic. So I'm still feeling rather lousy today, and you know what that means!
THE CATS HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY!!!!!
A quick aside about "cat blogs." They are RIFE with the scorn across the internet. Not MY cats, cause they're evil and dumb and y'all LIKE cat blogs, YES YOU DO, but the internet? Can be very mean about cat blogs. "You're a 700 pound recluse who only talks to your cats and no one CARES about your cats, please ceast and desist, you're making us nauseated!"
I don't care, she said smugly. And I don't weigh 700 pounds, thank you, internet. SO! Since the cats are awesome, I am awesome, and my readers are WAY awesome, like, whoa, here are some things that the cats need to say.
Miss Lulu here. I would like to say that this picture is made of LIES. The idiot fat one does NOT cuddle up to me, and sleep peacefully, oh no. He walks on me to get to that position, and then proceeds to clean my…it's uncouth to say. Let's just say that he puts his face where no face should ever go. And then? Beatings. OH the beatings. He brings it on himself, and I'll hear no comments about how he has enough brain damage already, he needs to keep his face out of my…you get the idea.
STEWIE BITE MEAN OL' LULU'S BUTT TOO! THEN STEWIE POOP ON FLOOR. THEN STEWIE BARF ON MAMA'S JEANS, AND THEN STEWIE YELL AND SCREAM TO BE LET IN CLOSET. STEWIE HAD HARD DAY, TAKE HAPPY NAPPY NOW. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!
So that's what the cats have been up to while I've been wallowing in my sadness. Being bad. Because that's the dance they do.