Hey, do me a favor. Remind me not to pursue that dream I have of becoming a professional pet photographer.
I was so excited that all three cats were up on the window sill that apparently is some sort of cat magnet.
What I like about cats is how much they mean to each other. Seriously, it's like they're all on an elevator together, complete strangers. It's like someone expelled gas and no one wants to cop to it.
This one is like Francis and Winston have become the Pips, and Henry's all, "What a backup singer? Who leavin' on midnight train to Georgia? What a train?"
This one actually encapsulates all their personalities nicely. Winston–in the middle–is happy and carefree; Francis–at right–is pissed and introspective; and Henry is "?" I am sorry to tell you that we are beginning to think that Henry may not be what you'd call brilliant. I know he's just a kitten, but I have had cats all my life. He won't be winning any Rhodes scholarships, is all I'm trying to tell you.
Like, he gets trapped in closets EVERY DAY. You'd think by now it'd dawn on him to maybe not go in the closets when we open them. But no. Every day I hear, "Meeeeeeee!" all tiny and faraway somewhere. And there he'll be. Shaken but not stirred. Intellectually.
At any rate. So, here's what I'm thinking. I'm thinking most of you will be busy with this whole Independence Day thing, unless you're one of my out-of-the-country readers. If you're here, you'll be all running around with dangerous firecrackers and lighting sparklers and losing an eye and all that. Because we're independent! We have a RIGHT to lose the tips of three fingers because we bought some illegal firecrackers in a parking lot!
So, for the last and final time, and not to mention I won't do it anymore, I will ask you to vote in that ding ding ding ding and also ding. Dang contest. It ends Monday, and aren't you glad? Has this been the longest contest in the history of time? Probably not. But it seems like it.
The good news is I've found other blogs I like as a result, and I have gotten more readers. Hello, new readers! Heart you! Heart your many numbers on my sitemeter! I'm all tingly in my sitemeter!
So, for the last time, please vote this weekend for me for Funniest Blogger and also drunkest 43-year-old. Okay, I am not really up for drunkest 43-year-old. I don't even know what that means.
So, see? What a relief. You only have to go one place to vote for me. You can vote once a day per email address.
And I promise you, if I am ever in any other contest, I will mention it at the beginning and at the end. That will be IT. I mean, unless it's the win-a-chance-to-marry-Barry-Gibb contest. I won't shut up about that.