Had a dream last night, about my beloved kitty who passed away in March, that can be summed up as follows:
He's a fluffy red housecat with more hair than wit. She's a myopic novelist who's clumsy enough to cut herself with a butter knife. Together, they fight crime!
He's a fluffy red housecat with more hair than wit. She's a myopic novelist who's clumsy enough to cut herself with a butter knife. Together, they fight crime!
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Date: 2005-08-19 03:26 pm (UTC)You owe me a new keyboard.
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Date: 2005-08-19 04:09 pm (UTC)He's a fluffy red cat with more hair than wit. His smooth-furred partner is hell on a string-and-stick. They fight crime!
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Date: 2005-08-19 04:38 pm (UTC)I'd encourage you to write it, but I'd be very afraid.
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