Stink Eye

So I’m sitting up in bed with my iPad, listening to a David Crosby album, googling specs for my uncontrollably loud amp and I happen to look across the room at my work desk and what should I see but Miss Patches laying down on my mouse pad, staring at me. Her eyes are like little kitty sized daggers lasering straight into my soul and judging me guilty of countless sins.

Damn, kitty. Enough with the evil stink eye, m’kay?

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