attack of the sillies
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graceful, he is not

November 20th, 2013

I’m cuddling with Andrew.
Suddenly, a wild cat (lovingly dubbed our poor retarded son) appears.
He makes his way around the perimeter of the bed, then investigates between the wall and the head of the bed. He reaches the end.
He then tries to turn around by tucking his head under his body, which has the end result of his back legs and butt abruptly being up in the air.
He bicycles his legs around for a moment, before uprighting himself. All Andrew hears is the scrabbling around, I’m snarfing too hard for the next few moments to describe what just happened.

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