I think I mentioned last week that I’ve been trying to take a picture a day of Marcy, mostly because she is so hated among my friends. I’ve been having fun with it (when I remember to do it) because the look of disdain Marcy flashes me each time is priceless.
Seriously you guys – when/if Marcy dies, stick a fork in me.
Looking down on me. (Everyone’s favorite sport!)
Skeptical of one of Chooch’s toys
Fishy kisses!
Marcy Dorklestein, early for class.
The Reigning Queen
In other weekend news, I obviously survived my first real life ghost hunt! It was an amazing, visceral experience and I have no idea I will put it all into words.
But trust that there will be a write-up about it sometime this week, with photos. And there was more rollerskating today! So far, the winter is losing the war against my sanity. Fuck off, winter depression.
She is so beautiful!
I love Kitties, have four myself these days.
:)
Thanks!
We have 4, too. 2 of them are Marcy’s kids!
Hate and fear are very different. I do not HATE Marcy, I am terrified in FEAR of her. She’s a cunning little thing, purring and loving you one minute and slicing off your limbs with her razor sharp claws the next… You’re playing with fire Erin…