Considering her next step…
“You know you wanna touch my belly to feel for babies. I won’t hurt you, go ahead. No, really!”
Someone mentioned in the comments last week that Lilybet’s got a touch of the Loon. Indeed she does!
She’s so silly.
Love the toes.
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“Is that the Bat signal again? It’s not, is it? I wanted to take a nap!”
“The criminals can wait ’til after I’ve had my nap…”
“I should go chase down bank robbers and such but I am just… so… tired…”
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Usually it starts the day as the Loon Cave.
And then about mid-day it turns into the Corbs Cave.
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Previously
2012: No entry.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: I love our cats – foster and otherwise – but sometimes I could happily toss all of them in the back yard, bid them adieu, and shut the door FOREVER.
2007: Fred said the other day “I think Joe Bob might be the epitome of a gaum”, and he SO is
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.