A Day in the Life (warning: gratuitous kitty shots ahead)

I think I like kitties so much because deep down, I wish I was one. It's a good life being a kitty; at least it is in our house. Take Buddy:

He eats all day and the fatter he gets (18.5 lbs of solid muscle) the more we love him and refer to him affectionately as Chunky Trunks.


He gets to sleep all day with his favourite toys and pretty much has the spare bed all to himself (unless Blue decides to go undercover).


When he needs to clean his dirty, girthy, hulking mass he just rolls over and with a lick lick here and a lick lick there, he's ready for a night on the town. (Oh, and he's so fat that he can't clean his pucker, BUT WE STILL LOVE HIM. If Mat didn't clean his ass, he'd be OUT.)


"Strrrrretch. Ahhh." That culminates his cardiovascular activity for the day.


Ok, when I spread my legs like that, people call me a slut.


I've pampered waaaay too many critters in this life -- I'd better be a kitty and not a cockroach in the next.