Today, we render unto Him that which is due and bequeath his blessing upon our shaggy mortal flesh, for his smile shall end this world.
For whatever reason, Stanley really loves my beard. Since I became a wizard, he loves it even more, because now he can really burrow into it.
While we were on shitpost sabbatical, we flopped around the house in undignified positions. By “we,” I mean “me,” as someone else was at work.
Stanley and Oscar share sentry duty for the house after we leave for work in the morning. Brian often returns to find them at their post.
Stanley loves Brian. He also loves Brian’s beard and likes to sleep with his face buried in it when I’m not looking. He’s an affection ninja.
Stanley loves Brian. He loves him more than cheese or chicken, and that’s why he gives lots of kisses. He delivers said kisses with velocity.
Being a big black cat, Stanley loves Halloween. It’s his time of year. When he’s not lurking spookily in windows, he gets his beauty sleep.
Stanley decided to help with today’s blog post by parking his voluminous rump on my ethernet cable. To be fair, the cable was in his spot.
Stanley hates it when we sneeze. He yells at all of us for it, even Oscar, and he has a sixth sense for detecting upcoming sneezes. He knows.
Nutterbutter joins us almost every morning for coffee sits. Now that it’s getting cooler, Stanley joins too, but he wishes we’d move less.