Horse Head in Your Bed

[Domino]

My mother's cat Peaches was sitting on the back porch last night, looking in through the glass door. I strolled up with a container of pureed peaches and showed it to her. Though no strong emotion rose to mar her steely exterior, inside I knew she was deeply disturbed. It was evident to me in the way she blinked her sleepy (read: fear-induced narcolepsy, no doubt) eyes and chirped at me.

*hitches up pants* YEP. I think she knows who's boss here.

 

[Guest]

Loved it!

 

[Domino]

I'm so hardcore!

 

[Metamorphosis]

You tease!

*but you made up for it with the godfather reference*

 

[Atomic Fiend]

What did your cat do?

 

[Tigerlily]

Gosh Pink you're just so adorable. I could just eat you up! *wonders for a moment where this comment will lead*.

I am going to my cycling class and hope when I come back to see some fun comments in my absence.

PS- I love peaches! *drool*

 

[Domino]

Peaches aka The Peach aka Mizz Peaches aka PeachiePooPeachPiePeachPitsmoochsmooch! is a brawler du jour. She's very chill and we suspect she's an ISTJ because she's big on order, no nonsense, likes to visit with the Humans, a great mother, and has an overall calm disposition (not much into drama). Nobody messes with the Peach. She'll drop a paw on the fool who tries. She's quite the expert fighter. Very kung fu.

*licks Jen's face*

 

[JAVO]

PinkPiranha is... The Cat Whisperer.

Jen: Please try to get your cannibalistic tendencies under control.

 

[proteanmix]

Did somebody say peaches?

 

[EffEmDoubleyou]

Wow. You're OG.

If I had a cat named Pringles, he'd probably shit himself.