On the plane back to Riverside (well technically Santa Ana, but whatever), I sat next to an Asian man that smelled like skittles. I wonder if he either: (A) just ate skittles, (B) made himself smell that way through perfume/cologne, or (C) just has the natural scent of skittles. I thought about this for most of the flight. I'm guessing either A or B, because although C is pretty cool, it just isn't feasible and might possibly suck. You know, like when you have the flu and just the smell, let alone the thought of food makes you uneasy? Smelling like skittles would suck because you would be reminded of food. And on a flu unrelated note, smelling like skittles all the time would make you hate skittles! Shit ain't cool.
But yeah, I came home to kitties and the promise of good food! Baby animals are the best. Here they are:
The whole litter.
I guess this little babe is named two-tone!
He was named Chester (after the cheeto toting cheetah). But I think a better name for him is Corky. You know because he looks and acts like he has downs (he's slower than the other kittens)! Cute little guy.
2 comments:
Hmmm maybe he works in a skittles factory and his clothes always smell like skittles. If he had eaten skittles the smell would eventually go away. LOVE MOM
First of all, I don't think it would be half bad to always smell like skittles, if I had to ALWAYS smell like something, skittles would be at the top of my wish list. Second, um, I'm trying to link the whole kittens/food/eating kittens/nursing off the mom thing, but my brain is not functioning properly at this time, so my thoughts are not coming to fruition. You get the idea though. LOVE COUSIN MELISSA
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