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Sleepy Thorsdays

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I waz bein' sweet sweet kitty last night on my momma's nice binky.  She keeps it on her throne so I can sleeps behind her.  The authorities don't let me in the mysterious room that has their smell at people sleepy time anymores....but they let that stinky dog thing in there.  She's very delicates, she doesn't play or swat back at me.  But in the mornings the daddy authority lets me in dat room and I give my mommy big head boops and rub her faces wif my wet nose so she gets allll my scent.  She's mine ya know.  And I try to take care of hers and flea her face and paws but she pushes me off and says Ow! No!  I'm just trying to help.  

I tink it's nap times till my peoples come back from The World.

-T. Thor Winchester the Thord.




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I absolutely can't get over how big and shiny he is.  He's a far cry from the patchy haired little runt he was.  

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what a serious hunk of kitty luv there! Thor, buddy...Luke & Leia aren't allowed in their mama & papa's room at sleepy time either. If you guys weren't so wild and naughty at sleepy time, then you'd be allowed in...but mama & papa are trying to sleepy not play. But, think of this...you can get into all the things that mama and papa say no to...they're not there! And, you get to see mama in morning time and remind her that she belongs to you!

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He's got lounging down pat!

@feministxtian I totally forgot to add, Little Hooman had a fresh peach in the fruit/snack bowl on the kitchen island. I found said peach the other morning in the hallway, mangled & chewed upon. Apparently he tagged a bit & then realized it rolled! Thank goodness for wood floors & steam mops! 

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We can't leave fruit out with the dynamic duo. If it's round, it can be batted all over the place...so that's a big NOPE. Dip and Shit are an 8 legged wrecking crew...they've gotten into potato chips, doritos, water bottles (fortunately could not open them), you name it, they get into it! 

Thor-baby is just the most adorable thing...smart, sleek, owns the hoomans. Yup....he has it rough!


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I'm not sure how the word "ate" turned into "tagged" but yeah, he did some nibbling prior to the joy roll down the hall. 

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