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Go on. You know you want to rub my tummy. Rub it. Rub it now!

I was sitting in the other room, combing one of the cats, and I realized something. Massage + Fentanyl patch = no pain for the first time in four years. Whoa.

Nusha Lola (who is my bff) Carry on.

i know this is really random and stuff, but has anyone else noticed those cans of coca-cola and diet coke that are like, bigger than normal? this is enthralling. seriously, i got one at a gas station and.....ugh...no matter even if the book is good, i always HATE reading if someone assigns it... oh well, enough blogging tonight (maybe). I BID YOU FAREWELL! i'll leave you with a nice picture of a cat.

Nikki, who is adorable. Cat is on the left. I was using her a shield. Cat, Nikki and Danielle. Valary and Danielle doing the Charleston, I think? "Valary, look smoulder-y!" ... who became best friends after the arrival of Benny and Joon. Spot. CRANKIEST CAT EVER. This was from last Christmas, and I always meant to post it. The cats spent the holidays under the tree.

 My mom and I went to visit the Home For Life Animal Sanctuary in Star Prairie, WI. I've volunteered for their charity events here in the twin cities and looked after a few of the dogs @ the Mall of America...the neighbourhood's crazy cat lady seems ideal! They were simply gorgeous creatures and they just love people! Between the two "catteries" there are over 100 cats and I think they were all in my lap.... 

Spent the night on the couch. There is a frog in my room. I am beginning to sense a theme to my summer nights. They all contain woes because of critters of some sort. Usually cat related. Stupid cat.

here's a game i don't like to play; it's called who pooped on my bed goddamn why do i live with so many fucking cats? it's a game with no winner. we're also playing a game called 'where is that sour milk...i can't clean it up'. it's a fun sexy time here at adair c4. ~ i've gained about 5 pounds since i started working at the roadhouse. i gotta keep my hand out of the bacon pan and off the biscuits