(There’s an entry up for yesterday, too.)
It’s probably for the best that Buster went back to Petsmart last week.
While he was here, he was clearly COMPLETELY miserable.
In case you ever wondered what it’s like trying to walk through the house with a cat – Buster – who loves you so much he wants to be in constant contact with you, who rubs against first one leg and then the other, here you go:
What can I say? Buster lurves me. Well. Buster lurves EVERYONE.
Remember how I said that our cats are fans of the BOLT laser cat toy? Here’s your proof:
Previously
2009: Ah, douchebags. What fun would life be if they weren’t there for us to mock?
2008: Like I was having a temper tantrum, so I grabbed his list and took off so he couldn’t check it twice.
2007: No entry.
2006: I sure do wish I was going to see Callie Torres and not some old guy.
2005: Does this mean I’m getting old?
2004: No entry.
2003: Bringing home Mister Boogers.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: All about the cats.
1999: I certainly am bitching a lot today, aren’t I?