What a sweet kitty!!

i never see the fort kitties very much anymore, i think they liked you a lot more than they ever liked me...
amusingly, the kitties have taken to hiding in buildings and then setting the alarms off at night, leaving the security guard to leave us very passive aggressive notes to us the next day telling us to make sure there are no kitties in the buildings -- yes, because we are really going to find an inbred-half-feral kittycat hiding in the Secord Fur Warehouse -- where would even begin to look and be able to find said kitties...

bonobs.
ps. Mrs. Glyde is glad you enjoyed the pictures. How goeth the postcard race? i want the mails to impress me.

I've got beer-drinking covered, so maybe you could pair me with another football watching friend like genderist and together we could somehow make one friend. The pic is too cute! I don't know why, but I've always wanted to name a cat Mrs. Witherspoon, just a thought...

I'll be your beer drinking, football watching friend! ME!
But oh... if only there weren't a few measly miles of ocean between us.
~sigh~
I guess I'll just have to randomly text you during the game and make outrageous comments about England's players... I know how much you enjoy that!