So funny enough, this just happened to happen. I’m laying under my kids bunk bed while he’s going to sleep. I noticed a striped tail hanging over his bed. “Holy crap, that’s my stuffed animal I got from graduating preschool” (I went to Occidental College preschool in LA who are the tigers). I grab said Tiger. Then I go to lay down thinking maybe I’ll do something with it later, when I realize I’m laying next to a lion/tiger/big cat animal. So now I have two to take a picture with!
Then up comes sauntering Mr. Meowsie. I know there’s no way he’ll just lay for a picture so I snatch up the clawed devil and try to get a photo with tiger, lion, cat, and me for Avatar. As you can imagine, that shit did not go well.
Here’s one of the out take photos. You can see from the grimace on my face that Mr. Meowsie is tearing the shit out of my nipple with his nails. He looks both bored and entertained, I think he likes the taste of blood.
