The Wonder of Cats, Part XVII

When I say I am, when I am say I, and even when I cry the out obvious, some organic creature will respond with a meow, even if it’s only hoping for a Whiskas fish-flavored chunk.

No more worrying about the furniture’s silent treatment.

(Jeez, I gotta cut down on the Jeff Goldstein.)

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