I am a hard-nosed cynical cow except in 2 scenarios -
(1) When directly confronted aggressively
Us Cancerians (ahem) cannot handle direct confrontations and will ultimately give in. And then we'll sidle along until we can bite you on the ass. Hard. And then run scampering away gleefully.
(2) Kitties.
Upon which I descend into slobbering, gleeful, inane joy out of sheer fuzzballness.
Attest!
kitty 
For the entire charming story from Stitchy McYarnpants, go here.
Natural introvert, learned extrovert.
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- Fiona Kathleen Hogan
- Testy, cynical and Eurasian. I won't play well with you if you have no bloody common sense. All comments & emails sent me become fodder for my blog.
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3 comments:
I wonder if stitchy knew he had peanut fluff on his furry behind, and was trying to just look non-chalant? I don't know. There's somehing guilty about the way he's walking :)
Yes yes- my typos are catching. Tesrted and proven.
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He looks like a christmas ornament. New ideas? lol..
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