Sunday, April 3, 2011


okay, it is not midnight. It is after. I just came home from a wonderful party and I've had a few glasses of wine with dinner.

Cats do not understand the concept of 'I've had too much,' by the way. They do not seem to be impressed. All they seem to care about is food.

I guess I should be shocked. I am not. If I were a cat, it is likely that that would be my primary concern as well.

I would be a good cat.


  1. All I care about is food.

    I've been told I look like a cat.

    "If it walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, is it a duck?"

    Well, people, sorry, I'm not a cat. Rather, I'm a dog (b*tch).

  2. I know! My kitty woke me up a little to early to let me know she needed more food. Would she not a have survived by waiting just one more hour?

  3. Me too. I always make sure I get fed. And I bury my poop.


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