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[asphaltcowgrrl]

A friend is coming down from Utah this weekend and wants to meet up.  Okay, no problem.

She sends me an email this morning confirming Saturday for lunch.  She then says, "But I need to stop by to meet your boys first."

Me: ....

....

....

OH.  She means Gideon and Fawkes. OOOOOOOH.

Not my jazzy boys.

MY GINGER BOYS.

I was so confused for a second there.  *headdesk*

And... here's Da Boyz pretending to be groceries on Saturday.

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[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

Guaranteed, not a thing would be left standing afterwards. 😂

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Hahaha nooo probably not.

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

On Sunday, I had some leftover pizza and breadsticks I was going to eat for lunch. I put the boxes on the kitchen island and went to use the bathroom real quick. I hear a thump while I'm washing my hands, come out to find the breadstick box on one side of the island and the pizza on the other. Neither was open but still...

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Our kitchen is a U... I've turned around to do something on the stove and turned back to find Roscoe on the counter.

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

Sounds about right. Never had an issue with cats on the counter until the ginger tornadoes arrived. Now, it's more rare to NOT have a cat on the counter.

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

It might be an orange cat thing!

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

Maybe, but more than likely, it's just a THESE CATS kind of thing. :D

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Hahahah it could be.