Fat Cat is not amused that I took his picture instead of letting him in.
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tcr!
· Dec 22, 2013 at 2:56 pm
I love that Maggie is 8 and still reaches for my hand when we get out of the car. :)
jimi hindrance experience
· Dec 22, 2013 at 3:45 pm
that's too cool.
tcr!
· Dec 22, 2013 at 3:50 pm
For sure.. I'm crossing my fingers that she never grows out of this.
tcr!
· Dec 22, 2013 at 9:19 am
I don’t know what I’m talking about.
jimi hindrance experience
· Dec 22, 2013 at 9:22 am
what are you talking about?
tcr!
· Dec 22, 2013 at 9:25 am
Theories on the zodiac killer and copycats. :-D
jimi hindrance experience
· Dec 22, 2013 at 9:36 am
copious amounts of khat
jimi hindrance experience
· Dec 22, 2013 at 10:42 am
copy that?
no, no, you're too kind. i'll be here all week.
tcr!
· Dec 22, 2013 at 3:47 pm
I am the khat man.
tcr!
· Dec 21, 2013 at 10:22 am
I would think this would be a fulfilling career, one coveted by all of the warm-fuzzy environmentalists. Alas, it was held by a boob. The deception, the malaria, the undercover ops…all for a mediocre lifestyle.
I imagine he was yet another pawn of corruption, “Have your books and bikes and do nothing with climate change” said the shady politicians who “interviewed” him for the job.
In the end, the simple life was on his mind.
tcr!
· Dec 20, 2013 at 4:02 pm
Somebody said to me today, “Just let it go” and then I was like “oh” in a kicked-off-the-wounded-high-horse way I’ve been parading around in.
tcr!
· Dec 20, 2013 at 3:32 pm
When asked multiple times what day of the week it was yesterday, she complained repeatedly of a bad connection.
I’m gonna start asking any and all telemarketers if they’re robots or maybe even anybody who calls me. My mom might be the Terminator or something.
tcr!
· Dec 20, 2013 at 7:51 am
Maggie: there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you but just haven’t found the time. My Minecraft is broken.
tcr!
· Dec 20, 2013 at 7:38 am
When I was in my early 20s I used to get up at 5:15am, hop on my motorcycle and ride to work, be there by 5:30am.
These days I drag myself outta bed at 7am, stumble around until 7:30am, trying to pick out fashion, trying to get a little coffee in me… And I still don’t know my ass from a hubcap when I leave at quarter to 8-ish.
I miss the exhilaration of that early morning motorcycle ride, that free spirit, little responsibility, the world was limitless feeling.
Don’t get me wrong… I heart my family, house, job, my maturity. But there is something to that reckless youth. :)
jimi hindrance experience
· Dec 21, 2013 at 3:03 am
oh gawd, me too! i loved my careless, lawless, feckless youth. it's a miracle i'm alive.
tcr!
· Dec 19, 2013 at 6:03 pm
jimi hindrance experience
· Dec 21, 2013 at 3:02 am
this is too cool for comment. it's coool with many o's.
tcr!
· Dec 21, 2013 at 9:13 pm
I wish I could take artistic credit for the poster but I just found it. But it’s a gem!
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you know what they call it in the Polish marines, fat cat?
toughski shitski.
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Fat Cat would probably fight a German tank if it got in the way of hot meal.
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my dogs are the same way. e. is already gone for the holiday…i'll join her on tuesday,,,but she didn't take the livestock.
they don't recognize me for the first day she's gone, and then suddenly, when the food bowl is empty, i'm their best friend. cuddle-time. kneading me like a loaf a bread. i tried to explain that i don't have milk…they don't care. it's their way.
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One of the youngest cats here doesn't know that the tail attached to her rump is her own. She'll chase it for hours all through the house, under the dining room table, up on the chairs. The feline intelligence.. boy, it's not much to sneeze at.
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