I swear, Paul's cat (well, he is mine too since I bought him for Paul 2 years ago) Beasley is the smartest cat in the world. He seems to understand the things that Paul and I do and say.
The other day, I was throwing away something and I looked at the bar (my dad made Paul and myself a bar to house all of our "adult beverages" and accessories) and Beasley was sitting there with all my paints and canvas'.
He is the sweetest thing in the world. I am so happy that Paul and Beasley's paths crossed when they did. That boy always knows how to cheer me up.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
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