As you go sailing down the curtains, momentarily I ponder Kung-pow kitty, Cashew kitty, kitty pot pie... (Much cursing)

AHHHP NOPE KITTY OFF THE KEYBOARD

YES you're cute...

but- since you're not acting like Satan's reincarnation chugging red-bull and smoking crack laced pcp you must want something.

Awww kittyish being such a sweetie poo...

I loveies the rumblies... NO. OFF. THE. KEYBOARD.

The fuck was that noise? TUXIE THE FUCK DID YOU BREAK THIS TIME?

Awww big eyes you just want attention don't you?

Has kitty kitty became a sane, tame kitty instead of the asylum stray that attackied the bad place workies?

Aww let me get kitty kitty a treat treat -Mrrrowpurr- AWW so much cuteness

Here's a slice of the FINEST tuna fro -kitty snatches it and runs off-

That. Fucking. Cat. Gets me every time. -sigh- Sits bummed.

Kitty hops on the top of the couch, licking her lips, and gives me a head bump.

I swear we're both smiling.

Tuxie is the strangest, most beloved, breaks-all-the-known rules rescue I've ever met. I wasn't a cat person - and she SURE wasn't a human cat. Her scars tell her story, as do my own - the ones you can see and the ones you can't.

(Since her backstory isn't part of my entry, I'll comment it if anyone's interested in reading it.)