I love Downton Abbey, you love Downton Abbey, critics love Downton Abbey, everyone and their cat loves Downton Abbey. My cat, specifically.
Enjoy three photos, which I swear I did not stage, of my cat Rory watching Downtown Abbey:
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I hate O'Brien, Carson hates O'Brien, even cats hate O'Brien. |
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I know. I miss Bates too. |
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Patiently waiting for me to rewind because neither of us understood WTF they said with those bloody accents. |
PS: Did you know that you can buy Downton Abbey jewelry? Did you know that probably only dorks do that?
Confession: I would probably buy Downton Abbey jewelry. | Shit's the new steampunk. Mark my words. |
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