Just look at that yawn.
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- rockygrace
- I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
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- Whyyyyy ....... WHHYYYYYYY?????
- I guess this is it.
- Two and a half hours
- About that broccoli salad ......
- Delay of Game
- Duh-RAMA!
- It was just weird, is all I'm sayin'
- My Million-Dollar Idea .....
- Whether I go or not ......
- Dear new neighbor:
- I've got your better place
- You can't make this shit up
- .... because I don't want my legs to stay on the t...
- She's got legs
- Watching me move all this crap is tiring The Runt out
- How the other half moves
- Moving the gardens
- Oh, and I almost forgot ....
- Weekend Update
- News from the home front
- Awwww, Lucinda, why?
- A third of a year
- Already with the questions
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2 comments:
I love catching them in mid-yawn! Life is pretty rough for cats.
Yeah, it's tough all right. The Runt's a champeen yawner - it's like his hobby. That, and pooping on the front lawn.
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