I’m a cat person.
For some reason, this seems an important distinction to make. Like preferring pineapple on pizza. Or the way you hang your toilet paper.
What this really means is that, despite all efforts with lint rollers, dryers, and silicone bristled gloves, if you meet me in person, I’ll be sporting cat fur.
There. Now that’s out the way, welcome.
For some reason, this seems an important distinction to make. Like preferring pineapple on pizza. Or the way you hang your toilet paper.
What this really means is that, despite all efforts with lint rollers, dryers, and silicone bristled gloves, if you meet me in person, I’ll be sporting cat fur.
There. Now that’s out the way, welcome.
Final word on cats: These are my three in badly drawn portraits. Babes. Psychotic, fabulous babes.