He's never been entirely sure of his tail
Jul. 16th, 2011 02:22 pmToday Julian was sitting behind me while I read the football news in the paper, protesting the clearly inadequate nature of his provisions by emitting periodic sad meows. At one point, I shifted my feet slightly and he meowed in a fashion completely identical to all his previous utterances, and I looked down to discover I was standing on his tail. Being fed terrible food = completely the same amount of distress as having your tail trodden on.
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on 2011-07-18 09:44 am (UTC)