To dilly-dally is divine.
Of course, that last post re: “whispering to chocolate” was utter bullcrap. I’ll let you in on a secret: I do not keep secrets very well, depending on how entertaining or libellous they are. Still, one of my New Year’s resolutions was to try and keep my mouth shut; think I’ve succeeded about 50% of the time.
Anyway, my housemate’s boyfriend moved in yesterday, along with his extremely cute ball of feline fur. Chloe (the cat, not the boyfriend) is grey/white and so damn soft, with the pinkest nose I’ve ever seen. Right now, she’s quaking under their doona, too shit-scared and bewildered in her new environs. Ollie, the dethroned princess of the manor, is throwing a hissy fit (as usual) and growling at the lump in the blanket.
The lump under the doona
A petrified Chloe
Anyway, my housemate’s boyfriend moved in yesterday, along with his extremely cute ball of feline fur. Chloe (the cat, not the boyfriend) is grey/white and so damn soft, with the pinkest nose I’ve ever seen. Right now, she’s quaking under their doona, too shit-scared and bewildered in her new environs. Ollie, the dethroned princess of the manor, is throwing a hissy fit (as usual) and growling at the lump in the blanket.
The lump under the doona
A petrified Chloe
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