Woah, uh, dude, you’re going to be hurtin’ in the mornin’ -> hangover + taz leftovers = Fun!

The elder cat, Guy, has decided he likes to sleep in my bed. He doesn’t do much sleeping - jumps up and wants to be rubbed and petted and scratched. He’s also a “head butter” … he sees your hand, he’s going to head butt you. (It’s cute - when I was at the HSBC about six years ago, I was planning on getting a kitten, so I was just running my fingers along the bars of the cages, and he just started rubbing his head against my hand, and that’s when I was like, “I like this one!”)

Oh, but anyway, Guy is, as a cat, completely uninterested in anything I do. Which is why for the past few nights, he will hover around the bed until I’ve settled myself down with a good book. As you can see from the photos, he goes from: “Me? This is just the best place to look at the ceiling” to “Here I come! Pet me! Pet me!” to “Put that camera down and show me some pettin’ attention, damn you.”

I’m not a big fan of horror movies, but damn if I don’t want to see this …

(damn you Shaun of the Dead for starting me on a zombie kick! I want a cricket bat and a .45 so when the zombies come for me i can kick their undead asses)