Throw All the Songs We Know

After I bicycled home this afternoon, the house smelled stale to me, so I marched from room to room, opening windows. I was opening the window below when the kitten threw herself at my dainty rump. Fortunately, I was still a little sweaty, so her claws penetrated my jeans and my epidermis. All I could do was stand there, gasping, until Darla got bored with hanging from my hamstrings. Man, I love her.

WHAT is that GODDAMN kitten DOING?

WHAT is that GODDAMN kitten DOING?

Those potato plants look a little piqued to you?

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