One friend calls this "The Louvre of the Internet." Others think I'm subversive. Most art is like that.
I read this last night, chuckled, and then shut my laptop and went to pet the new cat. She bit me.
AV: Ha. Further proof. If it's any comfort, Pee-Oh-Gee-Oh just hissed at me. Unprovoked. Dirty Bastard Cat.
While I can tolerate a cat, Ducky hates them with a passion. Being allergic doesn't help. I always liked the poloriod commercial where the dog gets the goods on the cat that had been setting him up.
Cats are, as I've said before, vile creatures. I'll grant you that Pee-Oh-Gee-Oh has won an infinitesimal, electron-microscopic corner in my Grinch-sized heart, but only because he lets me groom him on occasion. Otherwise, he's a nasty beast.
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