Seems like someone not only forgot to put the cats out, she gave 'em free run of the vaunted crackerbox.
Hope our dear Joanie (Da Goddess, to we mere mortals) has already been fitted for her own cast-iron ass-plate? Methinks she's gonna need it, soon. *heh*
Oh. Full Drink Alert Warning on this one. Enjoy!
Thanks, Jim.
If I leave now, I may have a chance. Can I come stay with you?
Posted by: Da Goddess | January 15, 2004 at 10:06 AM
Hey, if you're immortal, there's no need to fear death, RIGHT?!?!?
Posted by: Key | January 15, 2004 at 11:46 AM
I've thoroughly enjoyed your comments, over there. So appropriate, you may need protection, too.
Posted by: Ms Anna | January 15, 2004 at 04:37 PM
No worries, D.G., Acidman will have the ganja wobbles for a few days and won't be able to hit the broad side of a barn with his .38....
Posted by: Rivrdog | January 15, 2004 at 04:45 PM
Hey Jim,
While the mouse is away, the cats will play.
Posted by: Becky | January 15, 2004 at 07:55 PM
As stated elsewhere: Karma.
One never knows where one's Karma will come from or when it will catch up with you!!! The REAL KARMA will be GR's next life -- as an alley cat!
LOL
Posted by: Indigo | January 15, 2004 at 09:03 PM
I never had a chance... outdueled by cat pix.
Posted by: Velociman | January 16, 2004 at 06:18 PM
Oh, to be a fly on the wall when A-man comes home and logs in.....
Posted by: Raging Dave | January 18, 2004 at 12:17 AM
Well folks, let's hope Recondo and Georgian have digital camera in hand when they bring him home.
I wonder though, if Da Goddess redecorated the actual crackerbox with hundreds of oh-so-cute kitty picutres, too?
Lord have mercy.
Jim
Sloop New Dawn
Galveston, TX
Posted by: Jim | January 18, 2004 at 09:13 PM