So last night, I get home from an outing and as soon as I cross the threshold I get a glass full of cheap red wine sloshed in my friggin face. Through the shock I see Robert Jr with a surly look on his face and an empty wine glass in his paw. All he had said was "You're so stoopid". Then, I had been all "No, you're so stoopid". Then, what he had said was "NO, you're so stoopid". And just like that he walked away without so much as a second glance.
This is the biggest fight we have ever had. I really wasn't sure if our bond could withstand such trials and tribulations. Robert Jr didn't talk to me the rest of the night and I went to bed feeling really friggin depressed. Some time later, in the dead of night, I opened my eyes to find Robert Jr sitting on my chest. Without a single word from either of us, we simultaneously slow blinked at each other. It was at that point I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that nothing could tear us apart.
the slow blink means forever girl. ducky and i slow blink all the time. wait...does Robert Jr stare at you whenever you shower? slow blinking and voyeurism are behaviors that should emerge paw in paw from the feline psyche glistening with nascency and perversion
ReplyDeleteOh he stares all right! He also likes to sit on my lap when I .... well I'll save that story for another post!
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