Antiques Chatroom Board

Earl's all but reached the point of no return -- so overstimulated by having his back scratched, tummy rubbed (he will permit you to touch the white belly when the feeling's right), and his face stroked, that he's nearly rolled off of the desk, twice. And you know he's purring. Junior's not too keen on the whole, sordid scene. He thinks any attention doled out in the house ought to belong to him.
It's been a pleasure seeing you and others, all in one active place, again. It's time for me to call it a night; thankfully, there is one more day left to the weekend, because I didn't make much of today, productivity wise. See y'all tomorrow. Good night.