Ah, another Caturday. Gracie is looking somewhat bleary-eyed.
George, the one and only. The cat that, for me, defines "cattitude."
The Catnip bar is now open!
Saturday, December 5, 2009
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2 comments:
I had to stop buying those catnip bars. My boys are already nutty enough without getting them stoned.
George has totally got that whole "I am truly magnificent and you suck but I might deign to be nice to you if I feel like it out of pity for your suckitude" look going on.
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