hey mickey you're so fine

i've always grown up a dog lover, but now i know the best cat in the world. he actually is a dog parading around in a cat costume, and he makes bird noises when he's happy. and no matter how much empty space there is on the bed or the floor, he'll find the ONE spot where you've thrown your black sweater and lay all up in that thing all day. lately, he's taken to sitting in front of the dictionary on the floor (lazily left there for scrabble purposes) as if he's intently studying it, and it's cute as all get out.

this probably looks like evidence of cat cruelty but it's more of a testament to terrible shaving skills. dog-cat-bird, i.e. mickey, develops gnarly knots in his abundant healthy fur but hates to sit still for the clippers. he doesn't like look this anymore because now he just gets his knots tediously snipped off with small scissors.