Typically narcissistic blogging.

Dressing With Moto

Remember Moto Nimitz, bathroom companion?


Moto decided to help me with my post-shower routine today.

Moto: Hey, you’re wet.
WP: Hey yeah, I am.
Moto: I can pull your towel down.
WP: Hey, now. I wasn’t done with that.
Moto: Yes you were.
WP: Fine. I’ll just put my pants on.
Moto: Those are pants! I want to be in your pants.
WP: Moto, not again.
Moto: PAAAAANTS! Oooooh, whuzzat?
WP: NOT YOURS. *reaches down to remove cat from pants*
Moto: PAAAA–HEY. Not cool, pants monkey. Now this is happening. *pounces on foot*
WP, with pants still down and cat attacking foot: I—agh…NO—MOTO!

…and that’s the story of how I ended up half-naked on the floor of my friends’ bedroom with my pants around my ankles, a cat nuzzling my ear, and a sincere appreciation for the fact that cats use neither cameras nor social media.

3 responses

  1. I like it 🙂

    November 22, 2011 at 11:03 am

  2. 😀 Fantastic post. Moto has pure focus.

    Have you heard the urban myth about the bloke who went downstairs to the kitchen in the middle of the night with naff all on and bent down to look for something in a low cupboard: only to find that he possessed the perfect playground: two appendages on which household’s two khamikaze kittens might joyfully swing?

    November 23, 2011 at 1:25 pm

    • I have not, but it sounds like a great horror story to tell over campfires.

      November 25, 2011 at 2:17 am

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