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Dear friend and college roommate Kendall now works for the city of Seattle and her (very important) job currently focuses on dealing with all the homeless pets in the city. While brainstorming, she came up with -- among other equally brilliant solutions, I'm sure -- this: "Option 4: Send all the homeless cats to eliz."

Unfortunately, I must decline. My lungs, you see, are full of cat hair, and I do not come equipped with a Hepa filter. But thanks, as always, for thinking of me and my furry addiction.

Enabler.

CoTW (Cat of the Week)

New feature! Created exclusively to showcase the Hot Goss Princess's mom's cat, Cloudy.

Now, Cloudy may be HGPMom's cat, but she truly lives for the days the HGP spends in Boulder.

"She just follows me around everywhere! We sleep together, we eat together, we even pee together. I moved the litter box into the bathroom so that we may never part!" the HGP reports.

Sources close to the family report that Cloudy's affection for the HGP stems largely from the fact that she is often absent from home, resting the blame for Cloudy's "lion cut" hairstyle squarely on HGPMom's shoulders.

"Purrrrrrr purrrrrrr purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr," is all Cloudy will say about her dubiously stylish 'do. "Meow."

This is Luca's favorite spot

On top of my head. Yes. She finds the perfect spot on the pillow between my head and the wall, taking great care to sit on my hair so I cannot move my head. She then kneads my head, which she may think relaxing but I find rather painful. And she must always be withing chomping distance of my hair, which is delicious. I'm pretty sure her eventual goal is to be able to sit on my head at all times. Like at work. Now that I think about that, I'm intrigued.

Gracie is a panda.

Seriously. I'm pretty sure.

Pete rules! Go Pete!

I love Pete. Pete is the bomb diggity (bomb kiggitty?). For reals, y'all.

Pete will let me do anything, I swear, and he just purrrrrrrrs and looks at me like, "God, you're so awesome." But like he means it! Not in that ironical cat manner.

Recently I tallied up all the reasons Pete is the awesome-ist cat around.

1. He lets me hold him like a teddy bear. Up to and including the squeezing. Purr.

2. You can pet him like a dog, with the thumping and the roughness and the biting. What? Biting? Purr purr.

3. I can pull on his whiskers. Why do I want to? I couldn't say. Purr purr purr.

4. He loves smooches. Purr! Smooch!

5. Yeah, he has a mustache.

6. Whenever I am sleeping, he sneaks up and rests his paw on my face. I find this gross, yet endearing

7. See most excellent Pete photo montage at top of post. Exhibit A: Purr! I will love your foot 'till the end of time. Exhibit B: Oh, hello. I was just taking a bath in this here sink. Exhibit C: This is how Pete rides. Dirrty. Check it... purrty. Hee.

Gracie and Pete having a scary cat face-off.