Jacket (Photo)
This is what happens when we don't hang up fleece jackets. Not being tidy people, this is inevitable.
Labels: Moby-Photos
Posted by Zhoen on Friday, April 07, 2006
Essays. Meanderings and mutterings. Lots of photos of our cat. Counting coup on fifty years existence.
This is what happens when we don't hang up fleece jackets. Not being tidy people, this is inevitable.
Wild Hair
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5 comments:
Even before the photo loaded, I knew what to expect. That's cats: it's one of their preferred habitats, along with unmade beds.
Cats. They know and claim the best spots.
Oh. I see. You thought that was your jacket, did you?
Silly you. That is obviously a cat comforter. Look how it compliments the color of the fur.
(o)
Aw, how sweet of you to not hang up the fleece!
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