Sometimes I don't think there is anything cuter than my cat dreaming. Her meows say it all. Then, she wakes up, re-curls up in my armpit and reaches her paw to my face. And, I think I have found something even cuter. Later.
¶ 11:03 PM
Eating up the City before it eats me up. I'm a freelance cook who spends his free time working out, cooking for "my man", and wondering why the Right is so concerned about my bedroom.