I was just enjoying leftovers from Tana’s and Thwok came up while I wasn’t looking and stole a piece of freakin’ broccoli. Not lobster. Broccoli.
Weird animal.
Oh, and Deb, I got your emails. I have had NO time to reply to about 90% of my email lately. It sucks, being so swamped, but I hope to catch up on everything one of these days. No, really. I do. *sigh* Oh, and Susan, you can email the script and I may have time to skim it this weekend. Not sure yet.
Doin’ the best that I can.
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Last cat I knew who loved broccoli?
Cleo the Wonder Cat.
Draw your own conclusions…
how much do I love the last line of your post, because the blog i started writing this very day is titled,
“lord, i was born a ramblin’ (wo)man”
good luck with all your busyness, rockstar!
xxoxo
One of my pooch’s favourite foods is cantaloupe. Her primordial, carnivorous ancestors are whirling in their graves.
My black cat LOVES black olives… every time I open the can, she says, “Olives in a mutha-fuckin’ can!” then tries to stick her little paws in the can and “claw” one out… it’s crazy. Cats rock.