Every time I walk up the stairs, Sophie has to runrunrunrunrun ahead of me, then flop onto her back on the landing:
"You cannot resist the power of KITTEH BELLEH!"
And I can't, either. Every time I've got to kneel down and snorgle her rotten for ages. Then when I get up, she rolls over on her side and stares at me plaintively, or, worse, stares into space dejectedly.
"Why you gots to leave?"
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Is she kidding me with this stuff? It really is a miracle I manage to get anything done. Because, let's face it, Matilda and Olivia aren't exactly slouches in the Cute Department themselves.
Shakesville is run as a safe space. First-time commenters: Please read Shakesville's Commenting Policy and Feminism 101 Section before commenting. We also do lots of in-thread moderation, so we ask that everyone read the entirety of any thread before commenting, to ensure compliance with any in-thread moderation. Thank you.
blog comments powered by Disqus