Yeah, I've got to hand it to this guy, being willing to scoop my stuff and dispose of it out of the goodness of his heart. He told mom and dad he's always loved cats, and if his wife wasn't allergic they'd have one of their own.
So anyway, they're heading back east to camp for the week at Carolina Beach State Park. You should see our place- mom's got stacks and piles of clothes, bedding, food and equipment all over. Ever the organizer, she's been spending weeks planning everything, and they'll be loading the car tonight or tomorrow morning and heading out.
I'd say I'll throw a party while they're away, but they're not too keen on anyone being here when they're not. They'll be back before next weekend, and I'm sure I'll enjoy the peace and quiet.
They've been struggling to get me to sit on their laps in their big special chair, especially when they're wearing shorts of any kind. I only recently started to sit on mom's lap, and I try to keep the bulk (shut up, dad) of my body on the fabric of her shorts. As for dad, well, I usually don't sit on his shorted lap, especially when he wears his sexy blue shiny slippery lounge shorts (yeah, he made me type that).
Well, I don't know if it's because I'll miss them or what, but here's what transpired just the other night. They were watching a movie, and I got up on the arm of the chair between them, and then stepped down onto his sexy blue shiny slippery lounge shorts (okay dad, just stop). I settled myself right down across his lap and just enjoyed sprawling out in surprising comfort for the duration of the movie, even dozing a little.
|How 'bout them hairy old man legs!|
What you don't see is his cleverly cropped out rubbery, sagging, deflated spare-tire-around-the-middle he hasn't been able to make disappear since losing a bunch of weight (gotcha, funny guy!)