a war narrative
a photo journal of the first real tussle between my puppy and the cat who came with the house. the cat won.
posted by stella at 3:18 PM
All the snark that's fit to print.
or
A snap is ten dollars. Snark is for free.
posted by stella at 3:18 PM
4 Comments:
mmm, stella? are those fully packed boxes in the background?
and is that puppy blood?
yes. and they're no longer there. and there were only 8 of them out of the whole house full of stuff. so i'm not apologizing for the boxes.
but i am apparently willing to be defensive about them.
and yes. that's puppy blood. that's the "cat won" part. port didn't seem to mind, honestly, as long as the cat was still "playing."
by the by, ms. "the boxes are unpacked, damnit!", porter looks so defeated in the first photograph! it's the rye-oops-i-got-caught! look. priceless.
and, hey, who knows? in mere weeks, you could maybe be making fun of my boxes, eh?
holy christ! that post sounded so much snarkier than i intended last night, drunk and at 2 am....
and yes!! your own boxes! how wunderbar that might be!
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