I am highly strung on the best of days, peevish, solitary as an oyster. And like all good misanthropes the things I hate most in others are the things I see reflected in me, my worst faults, my shiniest black pearls. I'm trying to be better. I'm trying to quit complaining. I'm trying to stop being so self-centered. It's not easy.
This isn't going anywhere that's not going to get me into a whole lot of trouble at home and abroad, so how about we all look at a picture of Winston instead:
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Winston is like a muppet in that he always makes everything better.
Winston is the handsomest of all kitties.
He is SO handsome! My Sapphira is beautiful and I love her, but Heather Anne is correct.
Happy St. Paddy's Day, BTW.
Ooh, I just want to smoosh my face into his tummy.
I agree with everything everyone has sad so far.
you guys, i'm hanging out with him RIGHT NOW.
Lucky!
(also, that was supposed to say "said" up there...not sad)
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