I know, I know, a whole, entire week without a post. It's MomBean's fault. Well, Moosh's fault, to be precise. Little bugger is almost crawling and all of the beans are on the floor playing with him.
Hellllooo? The mancat is up here, waiting patiently. Someone pet me!
He was..erm...'helping' MomBean with her shop.
If I helped like that it would be all: "OMG get out of the socks ye beast!"
Beans.
To this-
in just four short years. Damn. Happy Birthday to my little lady-this tabbyman sure loves you, SweetBean!
Let me get this straight. I fill your feeder with fresh food, scrub out your water bowl and fill it with fresh water. Then I completely empty your 'treasure box' and refill it with fresh litter.Yeah, and?
The next thing you do is ask to go outside and ignore everything I just did for you???
It's a mancat thing.
It's my sweet tuxiekins 4th birthday today, and she gave me a present.
(I'm not sure if she's a cougar as she's older than me. MomBean said I couldn't ask...)
I tried to find flowers as beautiful as you are, my sweet, but perfection isn't easy to find. I hope these will do:
I would sing of your grace and loveliness, but MomBean said something about 'not wanting to overdo things'. Next time, next time. But I will always be your 
