‘Lot No. 249’, Arthur Conan Doyle
you want a man with a strong jawline so you have a sturdy place to sit
So on Saturday morning, I was feeling right drowsy on the futon and was watching some telly with one eye open. For some reason, I was sitting sideways, but my cat seemed to like it and sat with her furry bum against my bum. Because she was so warm, we both fell asleep bum to bum.
The moral of the story is I was not expecting this nice message but I warmly accept it, thanks!
no but what grinds my gears is that john is getting kidnapped for the third time