This is my cat, Bubba, a.k.a. Lefty. He's sleeping on today's (yesterday's) NY Times, a Jets cap, some bills, a Coldplay disc, and my remote. There is a golf ball in the upper left corner that he likes to bat around. Makes quite the racket. His tail is approximately between my butt and the back of the couch. He just ate a half-an-hour ago, so his ass smells like ass. I cleaned his litter box tonight before the realtor visited, and doused the entire back wing of Casa PK in Fabreeze. It smelled like a cat took a dump in an Easter Bouquet. How does Lefty know that company is coming soon? Every time I'm expecting a visitor, he empties his intestines like there's no tomorrow. Then he acts all happy about it.
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