My cat Miles (we thought she was a boy when we named her orz) loves to chase me everywhere, including into the bathroom. Usually she's perfectly harmless, but sometimes she just fucking loves to sit on/crawl into my pajama pants and make it near impossible for me to get dressed.

The other day she did exactly this, and refused to get off my pant leg even though I was trying to pull it out from under her. All I succeeded in doing was giving her a free ride across the tile, and making myself look supremely silly. :|

True fax, but the outfit is totally inaccurate. :D;; I wanted to draw my real PJs, but holy shit the pants I am wearing are too complicated for my lazyass (they are some crazy Nintendo patchwork pattern, hurr). <_<a I also don't own any shirts like that. ...actually, the only accurate article of clothing are the panties. orz What the fuck is wrong with me.

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