...Mr. Noota!!
*DUN-DUN-DUN*
Those of you who know me know that I spend my days walking on eggshells anticipating my untimely undoing at the hands (*paws*) of my evil nemeses Mr. Noo
Cat of danger, reckless driver, and Patron Saint of Flair. Giver of hard looks, Siren of Yowl, and Tripper of feet. Just your garden variety 'queen in a cat-suit'. Leisurely man of style, my friend, my pal, my confident... *sigh* what can I say, he has my heart. >:"}~
Please pray for me ... I just caught him sharpening his nails as I type this.
I want to pet him and squeeze him and love him to death. Is that so wrong?
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