Sunday, May 11, 2008

Fashion

Cats need no additions. We never go out of fashion and have all we need on us. In perfection. My tin-opener's new garden shoes on the other hand. Oh why waste breath on them. But... they have holes. So while before, me playing with his feet as he was walking (hey, I came with claws from the day I was made) was not as much fun as it could have been, this summer looks promising.

Yeah I followed your silly shoes for a while now. Food. Spell it for me. F. O. O. D. Can you do that? Clever human. Now go do it. I haven't eaten in, um, 4.5 hours. That is cruelty. Can you spell that for me? Huh?

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