Tallulah has started humping the cat again. I'd say it's been a good six months since she's violated poor Winston in this fashion, but ever since she got back from boarding at day care last weekend she is back at it.
As soon as she starts, Winston wriggles away, and then Tallulah humps the air for a good 15 seconds, like she's Elvis or anyone trying to mate with Keira Knightly.
Cause Keira Knightly is really really skinny, see. So it'd be like humping the thin air. Oh, forget it.
I figure some Doberman mounted her (Tallulah, not Keira Knightly) or something and she remembered, "Oh, yeah! Lula forgot this an excellent way to humiliate Gray Stripe!"
Do you think she knows the cats' names or just calls them her own names?
At any rate, she is polite enough to leave tiny Henry alone thus far and she is smart enough to know that should she attempt to hump Francis, she's be filleted so fast she'd be humping her own liver before she knew what was what.
So, poor Winston. Poor Gray Stripe. It's like he's Jody Foster in that depressing movie where everyone rapes her on the pinball machine. I feel like I should get him a chastity belt or something. Except he's a boy, so I'd get him a Chas belt.
I slay me.
Other than that, I got nothing to tell you. Except my mouth frigging hurts.