- conjurer (Online)
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conjurer wrote:Smokey Joe--or as we usually just call him, Joe--is one of those cats as laid back as the Dude in The Big Lebowski. When he was owned by my white trash neighbors (who left him when they moved, along with his bros, Murphy and O'Brian), he started hanging around with me and Mrs. C, possibly because we didn't scream at each other all day or smoke meth. Anyway, he's my pal, a perfect lap cat, who likes to be carried around--which I do so often that Mrs. C tells me that his legs are going to atrophy. There's little chance of that, though, like Wasp says above; a few times a day, Joe goes absolutely fucking nuts, ripping up our furniture or his scratching posts, then scrambling around the house at about seventy miles per hour, then suddenly collapsing, washing for a minute, then falling asleep for several hours.
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