This isn’t a post about Jacob.
Or Wendy.
Although it could be.
But no, this is a post about Christie. Wonderful Christie who listens to me vent all the time and always makes me laugh. Christie who said, hey, maybe you should just skip finding a man and have a baby if you’re lonely. Or, better yet, she suggests, go buy yourself some sperm and have a baby and give it to me. Cause I want one.
I told her she’s crazy. Because she is.
Then I dreamt about having babies.
AKA a list of non-toy-things that the cats effin’ love
These are just a few of their favorite things!
C: Lies
C: Pies
C: Meal of fries
C: Happy sighs
C: Sunrise
That’s it? Eyes
C: I have a surprise
C: Is that wise?
C: Let a blog post arise.
Cause it was so hopeful. It didn’t matter if you were a single guy. There was a mannequin waiting to come to life for you, just around the corners! Fret not ladies! You, too, can have your very own comic-book character stepping out of the pages. What can possibly go wrong?
So, if you have cats, they probably like to drink from tubs and sinks and puddles and God-knows-where-else even if the water dish is overflowing. I even have a friend whose cat will only drink straight from the tap so she keeps it dripping all the time.
Thus, I wasn’t surprised when I pulled back the shower curtain to see Phantom come waltzing up. I figured he was there to drink the tub water (eww, anyway). I was toweling myself off in the tub, as I like to do my dripping there and not on the rug when I feeel…
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On my thigh. Shower and a bath. Thanks!
