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My Lady Love
Oct. 9th, 2008 02:39 pmThe Pretty Lady was the prettiest pretty ever.
She was very prim and proper, and would never do something silly like play with a banana.
In fact, it's a pretty safe bet that immediately after the above picture was taken, she hurled herself away from the banana and assumed a statuette pose while perhaps nonchalantly licking her delicate paw as if to say, "Why whatever do you mean? What banana? Me? Playing? Surely you jest."
She started off very standoffish, but eventually stopped caring and started in with the love me, pet me, worship me, feed me sing-song girl routine. Yet even while doing that, she still managed to maintain her I Am The Lady, Supreme Empress Of The Universe air of haughtiness. She used a very graceful and gentle paw to tap me on the head in the morning and inform me that it was time to feed her, but just to ensure I got the message, that clean and curled paw had its claws out.
She was also very good at snuggle time.
But she did her own thing. Ringo would always sleep on top of me at night, but she would just curl up right next to me on the bed often so that when I opened my eyes a pretty Lady was the first thing I saw in the morning.
She and Ringo did not always get along, but they were always snuggle buddies.
I can't seem to find any pictures of Lady and Monkee together, so you can draw your own conclusions as to why that is.
Lady was always in search of optimal snuggle conditions:
Even ones that didn't seem like they'd be all that comfortable.
This is my girl.
My Lady, my mistress, my pretty, my beauty Lady one. On my way out of the apartment every morning, I'd jokingly tell her to stay out of trouble or call her the trouble-makin' girl. That was the last thing I said to her while she was awake.
Stay out of trouble, miss.
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She was very prim and proper, and would never do something silly like play with a banana.
In fact, it's a pretty safe bet that immediately after the above picture was taken, she hurled herself away from the banana and assumed a statuette pose while perhaps nonchalantly licking her delicate paw as if to say, "Why whatever do you mean? What banana? Me? Playing? Surely you jest."
She started off very standoffish, but eventually stopped caring and started in with the love me, pet me, worship me, feed me sing-song girl routine. Yet even while doing that, she still managed to maintain her I Am The Lady, Supreme Empress Of The Universe air of haughtiness. She used a very graceful and gentle paw to tap me on the head in the morning and inform me that it was time to feed her, but just to ensure I got the message, that clean and curled paw had its claws out.
She was also very good at snuggle time.
But she did her own thing. Ringo would always sleep on top of me at night, but she would just curl up right next to me on the bed often so that when I opened my eyes a pretty Lady was the first thing I saw in the morning.
She and Ringo did not always get along, but they were always snuggle buddies.
I can't seem to find any pictures of Lady and Monkee together, so you can draw your own conclusions as to why that is.
Lady was always in search of optimal snuggle conditions:
Even ones that didn't seem like they'd be all that comfortable.
This is my girl.
My Lady, my mistress, my pretty, my beauty Lady one. On my way out of the apartment every morning, I'd jokingly tell her to stay out of trouble or call her the trouble-makin' girl. That was the last thing I said to her while she was awake.
Stay out of trouble, miss.
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