Thursday, May 30, 2013

1 Year

Last year on the Thursday after Memorial Day, I picked up a little ball of fur from the Winking Lizard (our meeting place) and became a fur mom, aka a crazy cat lady.

How I ever came home to an empty house, I will never know. She has greeted me at the door every single day and I don't think I've slept a full night in the past year, but that's ok because she's the cutest thing I ever did see.

(I could do without the cat hair though. I seriously wish I could not have to use a lint roller every morning. Everything has a little negative to it, right?)

Mom's had me for 1 hour and takes me to a bar.

I have worms. :(


I have a whole queen size bed to sleep in now.

I want to be a model.

She's taking me to get fixed.

She gave me a bath and I am NOT happy.

I hate when she takes pictures of me.

I'm so cute!

Wake up mom!!! It's time for breakfast.

I love to snuggle. When I want to snuggle, of course.

And now I'm done with the cat pictures, because I realize I'm obsessed and this is probably why I'm single.

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