My Cat Must Love Me 3
She keeps leaving the carcasses of her conquests for me.
At least she doesn’t do what a friend’s cat used to do.
His cat would tuck little mousey presents in his shoes while he was sleeping.
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May 30, 2009 at 5:26 pm
Yeah, a person hasn’t lived until they put a foot in a shoe, only to discover it’s already occupied. Disgusting. For that reason, I’m glad Malcolm isn’t a huntress. She’s too lazy to learn.
May 30, 2009 at 5:47 pm
You have a she-cat named Malcolm? I used to have one named Elmer. Wierd name for a wierd cat.
May 30, 2009 at 6:40 pm
Oh, yeah. She’s not a very good typist.