Despite the fact that he has become somewhat nocturnal, lately and is doing his level best to make my nights a waking nightmare, full of nips at my ears and increasingly aggressive smacks to my face; I'm really quite grateful for that kitten and his fishy-smelling tongue because I have a lot to do, today.
That said, as I am writing this, Finn is sleeping peacefully on the couch next to me, he looks adorable, yet; I am sorely tempted to lick his face until he wakes up. I won't, though; I hear hairballs are a bitch to hack up and, as I've said, I have a lot to do, today.
One of my chores will be to wash the Man-Cub's basketball uniform; he sweated it up pretty good at yesterday's game and would prefer to wear it freshly laundered to his game on Saturday. I know, he's totally spoiled, clean laundry! Before you know it he'll start expecting a hot meal on the table every night. Oh, wait...
Anyhoodle, since I'm on the topic of his uniform, I should tell you that his team won their game, yesterday. The final score, 22-25, doesn't reflect the fact that the team trailed for most of the game, rallying in the final quarter to close a twelve-point gap before winning the game. Exciting. And, I'm not being sarcastic when I say that.
Much of the credit for the win goes to The Fearsome Foursome.
Of course, at the time, they were wearing basketball uniforms, I mean, obviously. Due to the crappy nature of the lighting in the old gymnasium in which their game was played, I didn't get a picture of them, however. Also, I think that they have all grown at least a couple of inches since this particular picture was taken at the beginning of the football season. Granted, the Man-Cub is still the shortest but, you know, he's wiry. Wiry? Aye, wiry.
Extra credit if you know what movie that quote is from. Hint: It also involves men in uniforms.
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