Ill-fated.
He loves her SO MUCH. He loves the thought of her, tells me where he last saw her and what she did. He lights up at the sight of her, leaps into the air, shouts in pure delight. He yells, YEAH!!!, and runs toward her, fast as he can. My poor cat takes off at the sight of him, back to safety under the porch.
posted by Megan at 10:19 AM
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Your bike has a boyfriend!
That's funny. I always lock my bike reversed to my friend's bike, so they can 69 while we're inside wherever.
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