I used to have a cat but it ate all the neighbors so I had to move. To a larger city. Because I still have the cat. And cats need to eat.
I bought a web cam to keep track of the cat. When I'm gone he has friends over for tuna and beer. Cool.
If you see the cat, tell him his pajamas are ready. Freshly laundered and precisely ironed, just so. Discharge of one of my duties to Lord Worship.
It was my birthday. Someone sent me a cookie — weighed 14 pounds. Might have been the cat. He does things like that. No telling where he got the money, but he does have connections. Some say he's involved in the illegal mouse parts trade. Can't tell for sure from over here. He's pretty tight-lipped for someone without lips. Maybe that's how it works. At least I've managed to remain in his good graces. Every now and then we kick back and do a bit of 'nip together. Maybe that's the deal. Works for me.
The cat gave me a self-inflating dildo for my birthday. Now I have six, and nowhere to put them.
Yes, the cat did get my tongue. Beat me at poker again. Got my shorts too. And I'm stuck feeding him and doing his laundry for a full six months. Anything. Fine — just so I don't have to lick him again.
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Me? Wallowing in the warmth of 'nip addiction.
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so says eff: sporadic spurts of grade eff distraction
definitions: outdoor terms
fiyh: dave's little guide to ultralight backpacking stoves
boyb: dave's little guide to backpacks
snorpy bits: nibbling away at your sanity
last seen receding: missives from a certain mobile homer
noseyjoe: purposefully poking my proboscis into technicals
