Whatever's in my head during the second cup of coffee.
The often less-than-thrilling thoughts and adventures of UALabGeek and Lori-Fred in Little Egypt.
Ha ha ha. Cats are so retarded. Mine always manages to squeeze himself into the most unlikely places too. Currently he's quite determined to somehow make it into the pocket of my robe. Everytime I have it on and sit still for a moment, there he is trying to climb inside. So far only his head fits. He seems pretty happy with that -- probably doesn't realize that the rest of him is not in there.
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