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Evidently, Eddie took a crap. He escaped last night, and came home about three pounds lighter with a slender waist.
There is something to be said for the simplicity of reduced expectations. Who would have thought that the most blissful thing I can imagine at this moment is a working cat anus? I picture it in the sky, all celestial- surrounded by seraphim and wreaths of peonies, with bees buzzing around them, and ants crawling on the buds to get them to open.
Will he live a while longer? Alleluia! I'm afraid to hope, the way things have been going...
There is something to be said for the simplicity of reduced expectations. Who would have thought that the most blissful thing I can imagine at this moment is a working cat anus? I picture it in the sky, all celestial- surrounded by seraphim and wreaths of peonies, with bees buzzing around them, and ants crawling on the buds to get them to open.
Will he live a while longer? Alleluia! I'm afraid to hope, the way things have been going...