Ode to Tito the Hairless Cat
Cat, why must you sit
on my lap and keep farting?
You smell like sausage.
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- stewbie2
- My name is Stephanie, but you may call me "stewbie." I live in the thriving metropolis of Houston, Tx., and from my loins have sprung two beautiful baby girls--Jenna and Claire. I'm not mean, but I am horribly sarcastic. I consider it a gift. I work full-time as Social Media expert/Digital Marketing director, edit on the side, and am usually at the gym or the theatre--pick one. Although I have a BA and MLA in Literature, I still use serial commas and sometimes, I use the semicolon incorrectly. Oh, and I also have a hairless cat. His name is "Tito."
3 comments:
Each time I see a picture of Tito, I almost pee my pants from laughing so hard. This cat needs his own reality show. His expressions and sweaters are priceless.
Is he wearing a Hilfiger sweater?
I'm a little worried about you...
~SO'C
BTW, I notice you have a little basket full of wine corks there on your counter... which interests me because I have an almost identical pile of wine corks on my kitchen, too.
I don't know why I started keeping them but I keep them now because my mom wants to make a cork trivet thing. Although... what the hell... I'd keep them anyway and still not know why.
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