She jumped. There's a small bookshelf just out of view (under the poster on the wall) and leapt from there. Unfortunately, she can't get down the same way, and ends up meowing for me to climb on some furniture and carry her down.
Well, who the hell am I, really? Blogged on (don't shoot me) AOL for years, and, upon AOL-J's implosion, thought I'd move on out here with the big boys.
The journal started off as a record of my initial forays into a gym, as I tried to get fit for a trip to New Zealand -- and then a journal of the trip. Since then, it's sort of grown into a standard whatever-I-happen-to-be-thinking -about blog. I think it's best when I travel, actually, but feel free to check out five years of history (and who knows how much future).
6 comments:
Great photo!
Uh-hah-hah-hah! I can just hear you saying that, too. Did you SEE how the frell she got up there?
Hey, Z Girl! You gotta tell us. Did you SEE how Jasmine got up there?
(She's so cute it's disgustin'.)
She jumped. There's a small bookshelf just out of view (under the poster on the wall) and leapt from there. Unfortunately, she can't get down the same way, and ends up meowing for me to climb on some furniture and carry her down.
NZ, that is one bored pussycat. Time to break out the catnip mice and have a party before she decides she really is a panther and goes for the kill...
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Awww. What a widdle kitty baby she is. ::sigh::
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