The Look of Love
The Kingly perch from which Al lords over us on a nightly basis as we lounge together watching TV, is the top of a feather-filled Pottery Barn couch that is quickly becoming less and less able to support his ginormous frame. By the time Glen Beck rolls around at 11pm, the cat, his blanket and the gap between the couch and cushion have become a twisted mess of hide and seek that is most often resolved by A) Al getting hot and/or pissed and/or startled, or B) the tantalizing passing-by of an arm, a hand and a full glass of milk.
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