Well, sometimes it IS a good thing.
Take Earl, for instance.
He decided to perch his (substantial) ass up on my bathroom counter while I was getting ready the other day. He was lying there, between the sink and the edge of the counter top, purring profusely and looking generally edible. But then I noticed The Overhang:
And, because I'm a dork, I thought to myself: "What is that? Like a quarter of him? Maybe one-third?" So then I decided to look at it from a different angle.
One-third. Definitely.
Welcome to your future, Bookhart.
4 comments:
Ahhhh, the good ole "dunlap disease."
My gut just hasn't been the same since my emergency c-section and then a hysterectomy almost two years later.
My empathy goes to Earl.
That is a great cat. I want to bury my hands in that big cat belly. Has there ever been an orange cat that wasn't great? If so, he/she slipped by me. They're my favorite.
I saw so many of these muffin tops in Disney world, only they were on men and sadly just as hairy and white.
No, Mommygoth. There ain't nothin' better than a big, orange boy cat. When I first adopted Earl and took him to the vet, the doctor and vet techs ALL were like, "Ahh...now you know the secret of the orange cat. They're the best." I had no idea about the Cult of the Orange Cat, but it exists. Big time.
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