Merph lost a whisker
Ha! LiLi (Merph) has a very full schedule. She is far too busy napping, grooming, eating, napping, barfing, napping, holding down my legs or putting her butt on my head to play games.
She's soft, warm and can mysteriously weigh 200# at will. What am I gonna do? I am doomed.
And...more "helpful" hints follow
Fox: Blasphemy is my middle name.
Hey, that's an idea....
Me: DO NOT BLASPHEME!
And yet more, no it's really not helpful commentary!
Me: I guess I'm no threat to Vanna White if you can't tell what I'm pointing at.
Melissa: if I adjusted the frame to hide the cat, it would look like you're presenting your boobs.
Me: the boobs. Another thing I can't do anything about. They follow me everywhere! They insist on perching on my chest. They refuse to be covered up or minimized. They just keep saying, "Hey there! How you doin'?"They keep breaking bras. What am I gonna do? I'm doomed!
And now, Ice cream is calling me. I can hear it all the way upstairs! I am trying to resist. At least there is actually ice cream in the house. Nothing worse than a craving you can't satisfy.
It's been a good day!