Too… cute… gonna… puke…

I have been justly accused of being too relentlessly grim in this space. I fear that my gentle readers may think me a cold and unhappy person. Pish and tosh. I’m as happy as a pig in muck most of the time.

You don’t believe me. Fine. I understand. You don’t know me. You aren’t aware that the tiniest things make me smile. Like, for instance, cats in sinks.

I particularly like this one:
drunk again

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