Mrs. Kennedy simply adores my friend Meaghan. Meaghan got up from the couch, leaving her bag and her cat-attracting pheremones all over the furniture, and Mrs. Kennedy wasted no time in hopping into Meaghan’s seat and rubbing herself wild all over whatever it was that was so damn alluring. I’ve never seen a cat react to a person the way Mrs. Kennedy does to Meaghan -- it’s almost erotic, on the cat's part, I mean.
And then there’s these two lumps. A rare photograph of an atypical moment in which any two of my cats are within close proximity -- they just don’t like one another very much at all. But in this weather, all hot and sticky and too disgusting to move, it’s more bother than it’s worth to get all bothered about someone lying within your personal space when he shouldn’t be.
(Yes, those are Star Trek VHSes in the shelves above Sam's head. You know that bit in Pirates of the Caribbean when Johnny Depp is all, "Pirate!" as if you'd have to be an idiot to expect him to behave in any way other than piratey. Well, imagine me going, "Geek!")
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