Cleopatra, Queen of the Litterbox

I went to Lake Eufala this weekend and kicked it lake style with my roomie and some friends. I had a blast. However, someone forgot some sunblock on on Sunday and someone got her self nice and crisp and burnt to hell and back. Someone won’t be running until her back heals well enough to wear a sports bra. Damn her.

Can you believe I didn’t pull the camera out once while I was at the lake? I can. I am somewhat of a, how do you say, CLUTZ, and I didn’t want to drop my camera in the lake. Also, I was feeling lazy and everyone else had their cameras out and were taking pictures like mad, so I’ll probably just steal those instead. And maybe show you. If you’re good. And I feel like it. And if I remember.

What I did do, however, was take pictures of my new kitty! I got her yesterday.

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She is so cute. Also, very LOUD. And cute. Did I already mention cute? Because she is cute. Super cute! We’re working on her people skills since currently her favorite place to hang out is underneath my dresser and to occasionally hiss at me when I walk by. (Of course, when I pick her up and pet her, she purrs like crazy.) And yes, her full name is actually Cleopatra, Queen of the Litterbox, but I’m calling her Cleo for short because her name is bigger than she is.

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