Why waste a perfectly good napkin?
January 13, 2012 § 2 Comments
2012.1.13 @ Home in Leaside
I’ve been battling a cold, spending way too much time hidden in bed. My cat shows concern.
Concern, hell! The cat just decided to just kill you and get it over with but then, just in time, remembered the lack of thumbs required to operate the can opener. Lucky for you. You get to live until cats evolve.
Thanks for the reminder Todio. I’ll sleep with one eye open from now on. 🙂
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Concern, hell! The cat just decided to just kill you and get it over with but then, just in time, remembered the lack of thumbs required to operate the can opener. Lucky for you. You get to live until cats evolve.
Thanks for the reminder Todio. I’ll sleep with one eye open from now on. 🙂