Saturday, April 28, 2007
What's that on your bed ? (a B-52 reference).
Poor Mama Cat, her left canine tooth fell out and was lying on my bed. She doesn't seem to be in any discomfort, still it is scary to think she is now 8 or 9 years old. Mama Cat didn't start out being the sweet cat that she is, but as she ages she becomes more and more cuddly.
I am officially the gay man I once feared. My cats are my babies.
News alert! I knew I should have balanced my check book before mailing those pesky checks. Sigh.
Brian alerted me that Passions has been renewed after all. What a relief, since I have become addicted to watching it while working on my history books. Now I will continue to have quality entertainment like this to look forward to:
The hermaphroditic serial killer rapist peeper. And Theresa.
