Okay, let me take this cat blog opportunity to defend the recent allegations against me in the recent tabloids.
I'm a male cat, and balls or no balls, we all need a little pussy every once and a while. I assure you this was all in good clean cuddle innocence, as Heather and I were simply spooning for warmth in Todd's apartment.
I realize the paw around the neck move here looks a little suspicious, but I should like to point out that it never went beyond a mutual tongue bath.
Fuck, it was so much easier when Clinton was in the White House.
Meow.
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