Farm Show & Whore Cat.

Today (technically yesterday, it's 12:47 a.m.) was the epic Farm Show adventure. The Harrisburg Farm Show Complex is home to this annual event, hosting a variety of farm related animals, food, and things. Most important among them is the butter sculpture, along with the milkshakes.

And sleeping pigs. They are so cute.

There was a "create your own mini butter sculpture" booth among the free food samples, so of course we participated. Jimmy's was my favorite though. His little butter camera.

Completely exhausted, my plans for the rest of the evening was to pass out around 7:00. The plan didn't exactly work out... I did my laundry that had been lounging in the basement for three weeks and vegged with my brothers while watching them play Call of Duty. I was about to hit the hay when I got the invite to see Youth In Revolt. So I went. It was good.

I came home, sat down at my desk with the intention of creeping on facebook a little before bed, and along comes Whore Cat lookin' for some lovin'. It doesn't matter what you're doing or how important it may be, when Cat needs a rub down, he will ambush your hands until you forfeit whatever it is you were doing. So he ambushed my desk and my futile attempts at typing.

Silly kitty. I love him. Such a slut.

Last night he slept on top of me. As if I was some kind of giant pillow.

This is a common occurrence.

Oh, Cat.

makes me laugh.