Busy day with freelance today, so please let this suffice. Even more impressive than its table manners are the cat’s dreams: she wants to eat with Oprah! (Who doesn’t?)
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Busy day with freelance today, so please let this suffice. Even more impressive than its table manners are the cat’s dreams: she wants to eat with Oprah! (Who doesn’t?)
When I heard her singing, “this is the way we wash our paws…” all I could picture was the woman in a dark alley, whispering the melody while thrusting a chef’s knife into the necks of sleeping transients.
I’m not the only one, right?
who doesn’t want to eat with oprah?
Nastyfingers: Uhhh, maybe not quite that image but yeah that lady is craaaaazy!
Oh, and my cat wants to meet Tiger Woods too! (He can only eat with his paws though) :(
Something tells me the lady, not the cat, wants to meet Oprah and Tiger.
Jesus, makes me wonder how her children turned out if that’s how she treats a cat. Very scary indeed.
I wasn’t thinking Transients more like Hobos, or in a darker twist, an orphanage.
This thing is a journey to the center of insanity.