I got nothin’.
Yes, all kinds of opinions about politics and football and freelancing and upcoming family visits but, honestly, why put you or me through that.
So, until the mojo returns. . . kitties!
Kitty croissant, or nautilus shell---take yer pick
Here’s the kitty boy, decidedly ignoring both me and The Trickster:
Not paying atttention: la la la la la
Here he is again, driving me up a fucking wall:
Oh, is this bothering you? Really?
He’s got this thing, where he climbs on to something inconvenient and proceeds to dig away at whatever is hanging on the wall. Not the wall itself, mind you, which might be amusing. No, he has to whack away at something which could fall and break or fall and break something else and in either case generally rip up the plaster.
Or just hang around the desk while I’m trying to work, because, you know, it’s not as if there’s not an entire apartment available for their amusement:
*Sigh* Fucking Feline Union.
AbsurdBeats 