Flawless.

It took getting a mouth full of Weimaraner hair in a quiche to really pound home the point.

My main thought is , "How clean is her kitchen?" I cannot eat food made in stranger's kitchen. I have trouble even in potlucks at work. "Who made this and did their pet help?"

"That new girl is super hot and stacked! Do you think she'd go out with me?"

Mine are teenagers so they're still in the aloof stage. They don't need our body heat yet. We have lots of 'forced socialization' because they are so soft!

What is Dr. Fuzzybottom's specialty?

Funny you should mention that. Sometimes the Lord has dingleberries and must be cleansed with a baby wet wipe. The shriek of feline indignation! Then he has to repolish his scrotum because the Help has defiled him.

Awww just a cute family! Your cat is totally the boss of those dogs. They are the Posse.

You're very lucky. That Pharaoh lets you sleep in his bed.

No one ends up with just ONE ragdoll. They need company or they turn into neurotic spastic control freaks. Or that might have just been Max. He was an utter bastard until we got his sister, who was going to be a queen until the breeder flaked out. Now he divides his torture.

I have been reduced to making stupid sounds of admiration at the computer screen. My GOODNESS!

I own a spinning wheel and a drop spindle. I think making skeins of ragdoll yarn would just depress me. They are such lovely cats, though. You even get a mild cardio workout picking them up and lugging them around. ;)

He's totally got the beckoning paw there. "Heeey! How you doin'? Wanna chance it? Maybe this time you'll not get the surprise!"

I can hear that gagging sound even in a dead sleep. The trick is locating the barfing little bastard in the dark! I've got barf echolocation, but you only get so many retching spasms before it is just a clean up job.

I swear this cat has no pelvis or shame. He's like that guy on the bus who always has to air out his gigantic balls. The cat doesn't even have balls any more and he will spend 20 minutes lovingly polishing his fuzzy kitty scrotum.

OOH! Look at that widdle white blaze on her nose! Matches her tiny white booties!

Always nice to meet another member of the Pants family! My husband can rub kitty belly all day long and not get clawed. If I try it, then Max can just smell the desperation and need on me and I get the five-toe surprise.

Archduke Maximilian will sleep with me, but only if I'm ill and laying in a position where he can pin me to the bed.

Beware to anything in the path of the mad vacuum scramble-flee! They will just peel out in your skin. I don't even have to start the machine to freak them out, just touching the handle is enough to induce panic/rage. Starting the vacuum is a serious Cat-Crime.

Kitty bellies even smell good. Like good clean cat. Biggie sounds like a sweetheart.