Let's say you have a cat. You give said cat a bath. Now you have a damp kitty....or a *** *****.
You require a lot of *'s. I like you.
your ladies are too much..lol I'm male I don't have a clue...lol
but thanks but don't beleive a word of it..lol
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Let's say you have a cat. You give said cat a bath. Now you have a damp kitty....or a *** *****.
You require a lot of *'s. I like you.
Thank you so much, m'dear. You're so sweet.
That reminds me of a poem I wrote a bajillion years ago....
Each night as day begins to go
I stand outside my door and throw
Into the greying sky above
A thousand kisses to my love.
And wondering night, who knows a kiss
When thrown so far will sometimes miss
Turns each into a star for me
So that wherever he might be
When darkness steals the evening's light
He'll know I'm kissing him goodnight.
Here's FM's animation that my hubby did for her. I'll do a comparison, CWB style in a sec. Just have to attach it first.
Let me see if this works....


Okayhey furry - what I said before.
I'll be on the road for the next couple of weeks, don't spoon me too bad if I'm not around. I'll post pics if I can.

Okay, we have 2 CWB's here:
The Boobinator with special Hypno-Boobs power:
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and her secret identity (now revealed only to the CWB'ers):
FurryMonkey
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Hubs is good. Real good, and he has FM down to a T. Wow.
I did find shoes to match the Spector. It's hard finding shoes in a green zebra print!
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I did find shoes to match the Spector. It's hard finding shoes in a green zebra print!
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Every time I see that pic, I'm like, "darn it, I should have vacuumed first."
I'm not the sort to be moved by poetry, but that's really good Tat. I think it's moved up the ladder one step from poetry. This is lyrics! Now to put some good notes down to go with it.Thank you so much, m'dear. You're so sweet.
That reminds me of a poem I wrote a bajillion years ago....
Each night as day begins to go
I stand outside my door and throw
Into the greying sky above
A thousand kisses to my love.
And wondering night, who knows a kiss
When thrown so far will sometimes miss
Turns each into a star for me
So that wherever he might be
When darkness steals the evening's light
He'll know I'm kissing him goodnight.