my cat chooses to sleep here.
my cat chooses to sleep here.
"There he goes, one of Gods own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die"
It likes the warmth of your monitor.
"Call me crazy, but I want to buy the Dallas Cowboys end zone and have the star right at the foot of my bed. That way when I score, I can spike the ball right on the star!" -Woody Paige, Around the Horn 10.9.08
I guess. She sleeps there when it's not even on though. She's about 4-5 years old and just a little bigger than a kitten. She always stays in this room in the back of the house. I've got another one that weighs about 8-10 lbs and stays in the living room. She's kind of a bully. I guess this one found a place that fatso can't get to too easily.
"There he goes, one of Gods own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die"
haha fuckin a
cats are badass, they do whatever the want
my cat died not too long ago, i had it for damn near 20 years
I've got a 14 year old Boston Terrier. It sucks to lose one. When his time comes I'll cry like a little bitch.
"There he goes, one of Gods own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die"
i did, i was on my way back from beech mtn in nc, it was terrible
she was a badass too, killed snakes and birds all the time
Originally Posted by Ironlung
Heck I did when we lost ours and had only had him 3 years. I don't think Angi knows you have a Boston, she'll have to see it and will try and get you to bring it up to play with Tennessee sometime.
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my cat chooses to sleep here.
I'm going to say the same reason one of my 20+ pound, almost 8-year old cats likes to sleep on top of the little 13-inch TV and his twin brother likes to sleep under the piano stool. Or why, in July, I will find one of them asleep on top of the other one who has burrowed under the covers. They're cats. That's about the only reason I can come up with.
Looking for my Darcy, but finding only Wickham. Right now, I'd settle for Bingley.
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