26 April, 2012

Use your words, Sweetpea.

So I dated a bloke once who told me about losing his sense of balance.  Here's what he said:

The guy:  I was like a cat without its tentacles.
Me:  Its what?
Guy:  You know, its antenna.  Its feelers.
Me:  Do you mean whiskers?
Guy: Yeah!  That's it.

It didn't work out.

And now, for your delectation, the glorious whiskers of Poppy Sox, the most sinister cat on the planet.

Three flying bats!  Mwa ha ha ha!

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