Ah what the hell, another entry. Guess I didn't want to leave one up about being gimped, goitered, and cervix impared.

This weekend it really became apparent to M that Mouser loves me more. He's been saying it a lot, mainly because Mouser leaps over M in bed to come lay on me.

This weekend M went to pet Mouser on the head. Not only did Mouser dodge the hand, he got up, jumped on my lap, pulled my hand close to him, then leveled a look at M that pretty much said he thinks more of his turds in his litter box than he does M.

I felt bad. I mean, I do. It just didn't show through my laughter.

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