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Thursday, February 10, 2005

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The other day I’m climbing out’a the shower and sitting on the sink was Minnie the cat. So I’m standing there staring at Minnie who’s staring at me, and I’m thinking, “when a cat stares, I wonder what they’re thinking”? As I’m standing there all wet and drippy, Minnie looks down at my package, and then back up at me, and winks. I was floored! You think I’m shittin, but the goddamned cat gave me the once-over and laid a wink on me. Now I’m trying to explain this to Michelle some time later and she’s not having it. She refuses to believe that Minnie the cat came on to me.

But it wasn’t like that at all. It was more of an appreciative glance then anything else. I mean, c’mon hell, I’m a good lookin guy, in a ruggedly handsome way. If the cat’s diggin the scene, who can blame her, I’m not above laying a little catnip on her and shoving some tuna down her throat. But that’s cough, cough, where it stops, I’m no freak, no sir Bob. No kitty sex for me, leave those shenanigans to the country folk with their cows and pigs and the ilk. That’s all this great nation needs to bring it down, illicit cat sex. Think of the children dammit.

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