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March 5th, 2007 at 9:59 am
Wow. Where was this last week when my head throbbed painfully from my own ministrations? I wish I had seen it because then I could have posted it on my own site, exclaiming, “Do you not see how you prove the theory true?”
At least your boy got several votes…
March 5th, 2007 at 10:04 am
I am deeply concerned when I extrapolate to the limit where the cat is sleeping on your chest.
March 5th, 2007 at 10:24 am
I saw this but didn’t want to say anything; seemed… I don’t know. Inflammatory, somehow. Guess I was wrong.
March 5th, 2007 at 2:34 pm
Do pictures of cats count? – there’s a big poster with about 50 of them in my office – am I endangering myself(esteem)?
March 7th, 2007 at 9:39 am
Zeus: Don’t worry. Anyone that has a cat? They won’t remember reading this the first time. So you could post it every day and they would just say, “OOoo! Kitty!”
Mabel: I usually need a ventilator at that point. Because my brain has forgotten how to breathe. And my boys are big.
RJ: Somehow, this is the sort of thing that pleases us roommates of cats — we revel in our inanity.
TagBagger: Let’s just leave it at this — I hope your office is not air traffic control.