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There is nothing sadder and yet more horribly funny than opening a closet that has been, to your knowledge, shut for at least the better part of a day, and having an extremely grateful cat shoot out and try to snuggle the living bejesus out of you for releasing him. And once again I find myself extremely grateful that we seem to have the rare four cats that are litter-disciplined to perfection.

Gonna go love Valentino some more now. Poor kitty.

GIP

toying with the idea of having aku on my left shoulder and this on my right.

For those who don't know... a drawing of a smiling cat, sometimes with a heart drawn with or inside it, is the hobo sign for "a kind hearted woman lives here." In other words (or just in words, period), tell the lady of this house the right story and you just may score a free dinner.

It's seeming more and more like the story of my life.

No, not aimed at anyone in particular, I promise. And most of the time I like being that person. But today I'm a little sad about it is all... These days especially, I could use a free dinner or twelve myself. :P