Thursday, March 26, 2009
Dang cat didn't write a headline, so here
Eh! Ehh!! My daddy iz reeding dis buk by Edgur Ailin Poe andz it haz a terribel story "The Black Cat" whre a kitteh iz kilded so I iz put mysef in this scawy pitcher to scar my daddy when he sings on his 'puter todays!
16 Days!? Oh, sweet Jesus.
Okay, put thirty pounds of ice in the tub, cover with water, soak two king sized sheets and then wrap him up tight and good in 'em.
Ensure through a straw.
New man, twenty pounds lighter come Easter.
And turn the pages on that Frei book so's he can read.
"When all of a Monarch's subjects must have down cast eyes, only the cat may look at a King."
A Cat was looking at a King as permitted by the proverb.
"Well," said the monarch, observing her inspection of the royal person, "how do you like me?"
"I can imagine a King," said the Cat,
"whom I should like better."
"The King of Mice."
"Dream presents her with a vision of an alternate reality where cats are huge and humans are merely their playthings, tiny servants which groom their bodies and which the cats can kill at their pleasure."
--A Dream Of A Thousand Cats