October 27, 2005

They torture me with their cuteness.

The nightly ritual. Ross gets home from work, sits down in the comfy chair to relax, and Zola gets on the back of the chair and rubs her head and face in Ross' hair. Sometimes she gets so carried away that she loses her balance and falls off the back of the chair or tumbles foward into Ross' lap. It's so cute it's almost unbearable. Oi, the stuff I have to put up with while trying to be depressed.

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