OMG! Look at me posting-posting-typing-posting. Mr. T and I do a thing where whenever one of us is typing, the other of us pretends to type dramatically on their own keyboard while tsk-ing with a lip-smacking type noise to imitate the tapping of the keys. (It’s our roundabout way of making fun of the other person for contributing to the internet, instead of just passively reading it LIKE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO.) I realise you didn’t need to know that, but I find I do it to myself when I’m typing now, which is slightly sad. Just imagine me sitting here typing more animatedly than normal, sounding like Skippy the kangaroo. (I hope you know the noise I mean otherwise I’m going to seem strange. MORE strange, I mean.)
I just deleted a sentence about the weather. You’re welcome.
I’m not deleting stuff this about the cats, though. Especially not since I’ve discovered how to add borders to the photos (and how to NOT add borders to the other images, which was eleventy-times harder).
You sleep WEIRD. That cannot be comfortable.
I AM PROTECTED FROM DEMONS.
Or he is posing like a b-boy cat at the end of a routine. Yo.
Good ol’ cats! I grew up with a mum-and-daughter, and that was always comforting in a funny way to have them around.
In our house we call that ‘cat yoga’ :D
Oh, look how far behind I am in my feed reader …
Jeter will cover his face tightly with his paws. You know, hiding from the cruel world that might wake him from his nap.