Johnny and I played complete hooky this weekend, and now I'm scrambling to get my brain back where it was.
In the meantime, here's a picture of my stupid cat:
Sometimes, holding his own head up is just too freakin' hard.
Sometimes, I know exactly how he feels. But I drink beer.
What's his excuse?
4 comments:
I like the reflection of his face in the window. He looks so contented!
Perhaps he has been sneaking your beer. I just got back to work from a 4 day weekend and I think I need something to rest my head on too.
LOL that's awesome.
hahaha, we have a stupid boy cat too, but he is so nice to his mean step kitty step mom that we love and crack up at his duh-ness...
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