WTF Is It Now?!?

Recipe for disaster
And we're not talking about the Bush WH for once!

I don't know if he was drunk out of his gourd or what yesterday, but the bf said I could bring one of the kittens in (yoink!). I picked the gray male - whose name is now Milo - who promptly fell asleep on my chest (I was sprawled out watching a bad movie on SciFi, but my posture is pretty horrible, anyway). The bf then went out and brought in the other three. It wasn't a dream - there they were, under the couch this morning.

I'm having a hard time dealing with this, but I've come to the conclusion that even I can't deal with 9 cats in the house. The two orange ones will be going back outside today. Unless I change my mind.


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