The Dark Gurrl... 
Some of the pictures following the next couple - contain nudity. For some reason, the sock drawer seems to be a favoured hangout for StirFry on washdays. 
This next picture has nothing to do with pussies, but has to do with Olivia's mom bringing me her computer, cause it was acting really buggy. So I got busy getting rid of the bugs. Olivia was about six at the time. This is a picture that Olivia made of me squashing bugs on her Mom's computer. Shocked the crap out of me that she took it literally. :-) 
Terrific.
Lets jump right to it - with a picture of me naked - cavorting with three fine pussies.
That was good wasn't it? Ok, now check out the box on this next pussy! 
Those are pretty hard to top, But these next pussies are really stacked! 
Anyway, you're probably dying to know more about these fine felines. StirFry got her name when she was squashed in an automatic door as a kitten. We thought she was a goner, so naturally I called her StirFry. You know, 'cause everything tastes like chicken when it's stir fried. Lee wanted to call her DoorStop, but StirFry kinda stuck, and who wants doorstop for dinner? Yuck. Here she carrying out one of her evening tasks. In this case, fattening herself up, by grooming my beard. It was much longer before she started. As you can see from the photo, this was taken before the waters receded from of the flood of the century. 
This next pussy we call SCSI. She got that name because at the time, SCSI computer hard drives were the fastest available. And this is one wicked fast pussy. As a sidenote, she is also remarkably bright. This pussy lets me know if I'm late with her dinner, by getting on the coffee table and methodically throwing everything on the floor until I feed her. She's also a technocat, as you can see in the picture, checking the repairs on a computer. 
She really gets into it, as you can see here. 
The third cat in this menage a trois is Widget. We couldn't really get a handle on a name for her, but she's also a bit of a technocat, so Widget it was. We would make a million, if we could bottle this pussy and sell her as a stress relaxant. She cuddles, she purrs, she kneads; and she sleeps on my pillow with her paws on my head. Bliss. 
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