He’s as beautiful as he is dumb.
And he is scared of everything.
And he is scared of everyone.
My son and I are staying at my brothers house in Pennsylvania, in light of Hurricane Sandy so we can enjoy the simple things like electricity. And Internet. And television. And showers. And the ability to hot roll my hair.
But apparently, this is very upsetting to Louis.
Because no one could find him.
And he wasn’t in any of his usual hiding places.
And just when we started to panic, Leah magically discovered him.
He had Shawshanked himself into the box-spring, after craftily burrowing inside while removing the evidence one pawful at a time.
You came from a dumpster. How can you possibly be so scared of me?
Get it together, man!
PS: I think we are in serious trouble, y’all.
It’s only the second day of NaBloPoMo and NaNoWriMo and I’m already posting pictures of cats.
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