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Almost every other cat I've ever had would notice a fly in the room, look at it, and then be too lazy to be bothered with it. Nephthys? Must. Hunt. Fly. Must talk at fly. And somehow I get the feeling she really thinks telling this fly to come down from the top of the 10 foot high walls is going to work. Then she knocks over a pillow and runs away from it...
My cat is a strange being. Think that reflects on me much?
Bets that I might regret saying "Sure, Mary, I'll go out and get trashed tonight with you"? Note to Self: Do not do shots of vodka. I don't care what Norm or Oz or anyone else says. Shot=Bad!
My cat is a strange being. Think that reflects on me much?
Bets that I might regret saying "Sure, Mary, I'll go out and get trashed tonight with you"? Note to Self: Do not do shots of vodka. I don't care what Norm or Oz or anyone else says. Shot=Bad!