This is a pretty accurate transcript from yesterday.
Yeah, since I rescued the kitten Sydney from my company’s parking lot in January, she’s grown on me, but to be honest, I still get more companionship from memories of the German Shepherd I had while growing up.
Plus, Lady never clawed my toes while I was trying to sleep in (though she would lick my face at my dad’s beckoning).
UPDATE: I forgot one thing – Arrr!
Congratulations, Frank… you’ve taken the first step to reclaiming your manly dignity.
I, too, have suffered under the repressive regime of cats…
Go, you!
Pomoze Bog.
I do believe that both of you gentlemen need to read my Ten Reasons Why Cats Are True Conservatives and Why Dogs Are Servile Liberals that I posted under Friday’s Cat Blog.
I know that DD has already read it elsewhere, but he needs a refresher course.
And remember, “cat” and “conservative” both start with C, while “dog” and “Democrat” both start with D. Need more be said?
Tsar Lazar
PS Aaaarrrggghhh, ye scurvy sea-dogs! Talk ye wrong about cats again and I’ll show ye the color ‘o yer insides…