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1. 12 days ago on Breaking Cat News

   Boudicca, my little passive/aggressive warrior princess, very respectfully asks Ma’am Tillie if she’d permit a bit of Irrational Exuberance’ over such a truly perfectly placed groaner. She’s already dropped an x-tra large pile of roasted chicken shreds with Trader Joe cat treat sprinkles into the Dad Joke Bowl. <hee!>

2. 2 months ago on Breaking Cat News

   Oh, I am soooo Team Ora Zella. She’s “Torti-tude” incarnate: ‘barn cat’ moxie attitude and predator instinct, amplified by lethal levels of adolescent joi de vivre. "Burn it! Burn it all!!!!! <hee!>

3. 3 months ago on Breaking Cat News

   Yessssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!

4. 4 months ago on Breaking Cat News

   In the meantime, ICE POPS FOR ALL!!!

5. 4 months ago on Breaking Cat News

   Wondering how long it’s gonna take Lupin to realize one of the robber mice just snitched the cocktail umbrella right out of his iced lemonade <hee!>

6. 4 months ago on Breaking Cat News

   Glittertown! BRING IT!

7. 4 months ago on Breaking Cat News

   ’Cuz a nose in need deserves Puffs indeed! ;-)

8. 4 months ago on Breaking Cat News

   Oh, EXCELLENT!!!

9. 4 months ago on Breaking Cat News

   I’m thinking that L’il Starfish Squeaker is gonna be the “Star” of Sophie’s next fabulous artistic creation. And I’m hearing Sophie whisper “Gutter, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” Oh, I’m such a softie. Pass the Puffs, please.

10. 4 months ago on Breaking Cat News

    OK, why am I hearing Gutter muttering the immortal words of Christopher Marlowe?

    “Come live with me and be my love,And we will all the pleasures prove,That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

    And we will sit upon the Rocks,Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,By shallow Rivers to whose fallsMelodious birds sing Madrigals.

    And I will make thee beds of RosesAnd a thousand fragrant posies,A cap of flowers, and a kirtleEmbroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;

    A gown made of the finest woolWhich from our pretty Lambs we pull;Fair lined slippers for the cold,With buckles of the purest gold;

    A belt of straw and Ivy buds,With Coral clasps and Amber studs:And if these pleasures may thee move,Come live with me, and be my love.

    The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and singFor thy delight each May-morning:If these delights thy mind may move,Then live with me, and be my love."