C:\> Thursday, January 23, 2003

That Darned Cat

Sometimes my cat looks at me with Joyce Dewitt-like eyes, and I resent it. I mean, who is he to question me in that manner?

But no matter; in the end he remembers that I'm the one with the opposable thumb and car loan, and he scurries off to sleep in the laundry basket, dreaming (no doubt) of future conquests.

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