Winston is perfect in every way, but occasionally needs a scrubbin’. Annually. Check out Winston’s bath time—he exhibits fewer cranky meows than usual, but satisfies with a lack-of-fluff-to-huge-eyes ratio.
Rich over at FourFour, you can wrap us up in a blankie eh-nee-time.
Late in the night, when the moon is but a scythe of silver in the silent Sahara sky, the sultans and rajahs gather in the royal rec room of Sheik Ben an-Jaree, to gaze at the Queen of Sheba as she dances the forbidden dance…
Perhaps it was the smell of fresh toner or the draw of warm paper – he wasn’t certain. But once again, after one martini too many, Fred found himself in this unenviable position.
There had been a going away party for Betty. Yes, that much he remembered. Unfortunately, what he didn’t remember was placing that one ill-advised photocopy in Mr. Vanslooten’s in box.
Kelli A. gets bonus points for naming her cat Pet.
This was, of course, before COXCUs, before tags, before 560-pixel-wide pictures, before calendars, before commentroversy, before moderators and [-Ed.]s, possibly before a storied wet meteorological event requiring a lengthy journey in a big wooden freighter full of two of everything. (Awaiting confirmation on that last bit.) Anyway, let’s pretend I posted this on “Caturday”. —
Black cat with white trim
Cuddles white bun with black eye
Your verse adds color
Sender-inner Carolyne says: “Yesterday afternoon we found our cat Koko had managed to lift the gate and climb in to Rosie, our bunny’s pen. Rosie didn’t seem too thrilled but let Koko cuddle up to her anyway. Maybe it’s time for another cat…”
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