Lately, every time I see the small baby I can barely keep from squealing. She's been extra precious recently. Every morning she bounds in my room and purrs and yowls. Then I give her a good scruffling, and then she flops around and purrs some more. When I start to fall asleep again, she takes her furry little head and rubs it up against my arm and yowls some more. Then I pick her up and hold her like a small baby and give her kisses. Then we both fall asleep. I have no life and I'm not too proud to admit it. Also, the fat gray has no neck. His cat lard increased every day until a neck was no longer visible. Tomorrow is squab day! I'm a dork. 
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lemonkid:
I saw you jogging! That's the first time I've run into someone I know in Montreal. First time!
lemonkid:
Just wanted to know that I was in the neighbourhood and dropped by to say hi today. You weren't in (obviously) but someone answered at the intercom briefly. Just thought I'd let you know so you weren't worried someone was stalking you or something. Talk to you soon!