The other day while I was shopping I was struck with a sudden idea: why don’t I buy a toy for the pretty cats?
(I’m convinced this is caused by feline mind-rays. There is no other explanation. The impulse strikes randomly and has nothing to do with what they’ve been up to lately. It’s never “they haven’t broken any good china recently” or “they haven’t played slamlom with my prized glass floats”.)
Like many other bad ideas, this one was fairly irresistible, and once it presented itself, I had...
Published on May 02, 2015 04:02