My Ravelry t-shirt finally came the other day. (GottaKnit has been flaunting hers all over town for a week, the hussy.) I gleefully ripped open the yummy plastic packaging, lay the shirt on the bed, and turned around to shove the packaging waaay down in the trash so a certain orange-and-white furry monster wouldn't find it and eat it and cost his mommy a thousand dollars in emergency surgery. I swear to you, my back was turned for a second, and when I turned back, this is what I saw.
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Come join me in my hussy flaunting ways.
What is it about cats with freshly cleaned laundry or black clothing items?
Isn't it amazing what we let the little devils get away with when we see their sweet fuzzy faces? Who could be mad at that face? (Lint rollers are a must for the combination of black clothes + light cat fur.)
Where's your chicken picture?
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