Shall we gather at the river?
4 hours ago
Airplanes, cats, guns, war, the more than occasional rant about the party of the Confederacy, the spinelessness of the Democrats and crap about anything else that flits through the somewhat offbeat mind of an armed lesbian pinko as she slides down the Razor Blade of Life.

Cats, alas, have no appreciation for fine literature. They make up for it by being cuddly and furry and purry though :).
ReplyDelete- Badtux the Cat-owned Penguin
Maybe it tastes like the undead....
ReplyDeleteIt's not the smell they like. It's the texture.
ReplyDeleteDon't think about how they know they like the texture.
Eyeballs, no. They start with the lips. You really don't want to know how I know this.
ReplyDeleteWilliam, I would have to guess that there was someone who died in a home with cats and that the only food available for the cats was the corpse of the dearly departed.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of a story I heard: There was a wife with a very abusive husband. He shot her to death and then turned the gun on himself. The bodies were not discovered for a few days. They had cats and dogs. The animals left her body alone and they ate his.