I asked my boy last night what I should write about on my blog
since I’ve promised to not slack off so much.
He said,”you should always write about Lexi.”
Then he spent the next 10 minutes going through all her amazing qualities:
She’s beautiful. She’s clean. She’s purrrrry. She’s his. Blah Blah Blah.
I asked him to go take a picture of his perfect cat.
And he did. And the picture is perfect too.
Now I’m annoyed.
And jealous. I think/know/am sure that he may love her more than me.
Look at her smug face. She knows it too.
And she’s accomplished something I thought could never happen.
I’ve written a cat post.