I think I might be developing a drinking problem. Method, not content.
I might be judging you.
I’m definitely judging her.
Which is why you joined me in licking the tub, right?
Embarrassing. All of you.
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Ahem. MiMiMi. Ahem. ME-OW.
There’s something seriously wrong with that cat.
Like, dude, that not even a cat, man. Also you’re snuggling cement.
Don’t kink shame. Now, who do I have to shiv to make the d*o*g go away?
Don’t sweat the small stuff, my dude. Go with sleep, sun, and acres of nip.
Spare “cat” courtesy of Jim and Stewart
When shall we three meets again? I dunno, but leave the leg at home.
But I love the leg. It’s very House of Horror.
But we’re supposed to be doing Macbeth.
Thunder, lightning and rain? Dude, we’re cats. VETO!
In hurley burley than when the battle’s lost and won!
How does that work little stone cat? Lost and won? It make no sense.
Or we could just say “screw it” and sleep in. Like…you, know, cats.
Iz dis da real thing? Or is it just fantasy?
Caught in a dish slide
No escape from reality…
Dis don’t sound like Shakespeare…
Because it’s easy come…
Easy go.
A little high, a little low…
Mama just killed a man.
Why did she do it?
Nothing really matters.
Nothing really matters?
Anyone can see.
Stuffing really matters to me!
Spare cat courtesy of Paul and Rita