[ ... She can't stay mad at him. She just can't. And she definitely can't turn down what she perceives as a silent invitation for cuddles.

Awww, c'mere, you big squishy d-bag. Roxy plops down next to him and practically drapes herself across him. If you listen closely, you might even hear her purr. ]

I... guess. I mean, I dunno... Can't a girl just feel bad about gettin' cotton candy hair, fallin' off the wagon, and gettin' four-way married with her besties? Or are you gonna be a total wet blanket and not let me mope about anything? You gotta stop puttin' me up here on this shitty pedestal, broseph, I'm just gonna get plastered n' fall off of it again.