Nothin' to see here, people, move along. Ok, if you insist on staying, atleast take your shoes off and make yourself comfortable. Once I get started...well, you could be here for a while. (Just ignore the typos. I do.) Yes, snacks are allowed as long as you share and clean up after yourself. Oh yeah, hey...if you happen to see my scissors around here, could you let me know. I could have sworn I had them right here a minute ago.
Poor Pinky, he really freaked, didn't he. It was that whole leash thing. You put a leash on Twit and he just squats down and doesn't move unless its because he is trying to get that collar off.
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Poor Pinky freaked out.
I would just be happy to have a cat...sure i'll be the one to take the psycho cat!
I'd hate to see how twit would react in Pinky's place...I don't think all the smackerel and oatmeal cinnamon raisin cookies could calm him.
Poor Pinky, he really freaked, didn't he. It was that whole leash thing. You put a leash on Twit and he just squats down and doesn't move unless its because he is trying to get that collar off.
I like your Flikr pictures. We have coined "Pinky" as an adjective as in "Don't bother me today or I'm gonna go all Pinky on your ass!"
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