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What is this cat looking at?
ReplyDeleteNothing, just to drive you nuts.
Ian Kinsler after his throwing error cost Boston Game 3.
ReplyDeleteSteve, I don't follow baseball, but seriously... EIGHTEEN INNINGS?!!?
ReplyDeleteCat wannabe in my territory? Expecting doorstep treats?! Pathetic.
ReplyDeleteTwo trick-or-treating kittens dressed as Chinese takeout.
ReplyDeleteSeriously? You want me to what??
ReplyDeleteRide on a broom with YOU? Seriously?
ReplyDelete“You can try, Dr. Schrodinger. You can try.”
ReplyDeleteWhat evil comes this way? I will end it.
ReplyDeleteMuff a duff a frigging hairball. Yeck.
ReplyDeleteUgh! A human crossed my path! That's bad luck!!
ReplyDeleteHousemate status: “Mittens,” returned with human
ReplyDeleteScent: ...VET?!
ACTIVATE ANNIHILATION
Is that Jeff Somers wearing pants?
ReplyDeleteCry havoc and let slip the cats of--
ReplyDeleteWait, WHAT?
Hapless Writers who use the words "fiction novel".
ReplyDeleteA dog fawning on a human.
ReplyDeleteWill someone please change the litterbox? It smells like politics.
ReplyDeleteBig Bird
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ReplyDeleteTypical...just typical, two dogs sniffing each other. How gauche.
The lugubrious ghost that once stood in my childhood closet.
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ReplyDeleteHere? In MY apartment? You must be joking, madam.
ReplyDeleteStuffed mice...String...Six kilos of catnip...FELINE PARTY TIME!!!
ReplyDeleteA sexy clown, a sexy zombie and a pregnant nun.
ReplyDeleteAn uncertain future, which she will affect on November 6th.
ReplyDeleteI'm so embarrassed! The dog is chasing his tail again.
ReplyDeleteSpider can pose with the pumpkin. I'm not a decoration!
ReplyDeleteTHAT is John Frain's manuscript?!
ReplyDeleteA new bag of weight loss cat food.
ReplyDeleteOh joy. Crawling human aimed toward me. Time to leave.
ReplyDeleteA vastly inferior being of limited utility. As always.
ReplyDelete“Oh, crap, it’s Dave. Did he see me? He saw me. Oh, crap. He’s coming over.”
ReplyDeleteShe calls herself Duchess, but I'll never bow.
ReplyDeleteyowwwl!
As long as that shark remembers who's boss around here...
ReplyDelete"Uh-huh. Take your author copies and gimme the box already."
ReplyDelete“Hullo, void at the edge of the universe. Fight me.”
ReplyDelete"My book's only #2 on the New York Bestsellers List?"
ReplyDeleteJack Reacher! Bag him. Drop him on the Shark's doorstep.
ReplyDelete"Silly new kitten. He bats that string as if it has some purpose. Wait 'til he discovers how life really is."
ReplyDeleteA shark swimming in manuscripts while drinking a margarita
ReplyDeleteIs that a Fox?
ReplyDeleteHuh?
What?
Trump's hair?
Eww-yuck!
The face when the e-mail starts,
ReplyDelete"Thank you for submitting ..."
"She thinks she's doing downward dog--but not even close!"
ReplyDeleteWhat is the Duchess of Yowl doing with Jeff Somer’s pants?
ReplyDeleteThe 900 page autobiography a labrador asked her to proofread.
ReplyDeleteWell bless my whiskers, it's Pizza Rat. A twofer!
ReplyDeleteStare at my DOY one second longer, I'll kick you!
ReplyDeleteIt's a mini-dress. It's supposed to end above the knee.
ReplyDelete"Mewha--white shoes ... after labor day?
ReplyDeleteI told you to lay off the eye of newt.
ReplyDeleteThat sparrow is teasing me.... I'll show it who's boss.
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ReplyDelete"Jeff Somers pantsless *again*? Time to teach him a lesson!"
ReplyDeleteQuandary, pondering the meaning of existence;
ReplyDelete“To leap, or not to leap: that is the question.
To sleep, perchance to dream?
Sleep. Definitely sleep.
(cats can't word count)