Quel jour! Papa is, I believe, changing into a teensy bit connected to Mr You Know Who, non?
Properly, papa was telling mama about Rasta this morning and the way he, Rasta, was a bit standoffish when he didn’t get his snuggle with papa for a few days after which papa went out to the backyard ao see how he was, Rasta, that’s, and after a little bit of chilly shoulder, Mr R went over to papa and pushed somewhat on papa and head-butted his leg and what did papa do?
He snuggled and petted outdated Rasta (properly, he IS outdated) and spent some high quality time with him after which got here again in to see mama giving hin that mama-look of “kitties love affection and miss it so thanks for being so candy with Rasta” and papa stated, “Properly, he was actually comfortable to be snuggled and I assume I’m only a pussover!”
HA HA HA, mama LOVED that and now it’s in our language together with the phrase from a younger son of a pal way back, when he was mad at somebody, and stated to his mama, “That man is an asspole!”
Which can be in our language…describing our authorities “leaders”….
Have a ticklesome Tuesday, pricey bloggers.😻🩷🎶
