The little kitty has decided to crank up the cuteness quotient. Her new favorite snoozing perch is on the back of the livingroom recliner.
Just as a side note, so far this week three people have used the stale old joke about how two and a half months is still plenty of time for my Fiancee and I to “get out of it.”
I’d like to draw your attention to the rows and rows of discs behind the precociously precious precarious pussycat.
We’ve combined our CD collections.
And our DVDs.
And our books too.
And we’ve gotten rid of our (surprisingly few) duplicates.
Plus, all logistical concerns aside, we’re rather in love…
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