A cat I’ve been sitting for recently died. I needed to return the owners’ key to them, and when I did, they sent me home with a giant pile of food, treats, and some litter. Thomas was appalled.
Tag: Thomas
Deadweight
My legs fell asleep, but he doesn’t care.
Henry and Thomas
Occasionally they put aside their mutual antipathy long enough for me to snap a photo.
Lazy Sunday
Thomas just can’t even.
Ball
One of Thomas’ favorite games is to carefully and deliberately hide his ball under the couch, then stare at me until I get so unnerved that I’m forced to fetch it for him. This is not, unfortunately, one of my favorite games.
Strike a Pose
I was catching up on Project Runway, and Thomas was playing supermodel.
Tail
Sometimes just his tail sticks out. It reminds me of sleeping with one foot sticking out from under the covers.
Mani-Pedi Time
Peanut butter helps with nail trims, but Thomas still hates them with the heat of a thousand suns.
Nose
This winter Thomas has discovered that blankets are awesome. He usually likes to be completely covered, but occasionally he’ll poke his nose out.
WHAT?
I was watching TV. I looked over and saw this. He seems a bit concerned, with his squeaky ball pacifier, and I think maybe he’s not quite old enough for PG-13 programming.
And then this happened. I laughed so hard I gave myself Death Asthma.
red paper boat 