Look, I’m no bloodhound, but I swear I can’t find The Cat anywhere. I mean, don’t get me wrong – I’m no fan, you know? The Cat thinks he’s better than me. He’s all high and mighty and always gets all up in my mug about being “potty trained”. Look, I could crap in a bin of pebbles if I wanted to too, but I choose to take my business curbside. All proper-like.
Still, I kind of miss The Cat. Bring on the comfort food.
Don’t forget the apple pie, Josh P.