Those shrieks of laughter that sound like Betty Rubble is being held down and tickled by the feathers of a hundred ostriches?
That would be me.
Julie, the package came.
Meeces! And a TO. Die. FOR-fold out poster
OMg, squeal!
I can't wait to go home and show Humphrey.
Update: Humphrey approves! Maow!
Pix would be good...
Posted by: Keanuette on February 15, 2003 12:22 PMOh, and the laughter is from the HYSTERICAL pictoral essay involving her cats and a diabolical Dogstar CD.
Julie needs to blog.
Posted by: krix on February 15, 2003 04:11 PMKillerkitty: Meow! She opened it before Humphrey could!
Foodsnatcher: I had a gut feeling about this...
Killerkitty: What if she gets angry with him and stops him from rebelling against the dogs?
Foodsnatcher: Oh! He'll be chopped to pieces!
Killerkitty: We've brought him in great danger!
Foodsnatcher: Yes! He's toast! He'll be eaten alive! Now that she knows, she'll have him for lunch!
Killerkitty: Meow!!! We must relocate our headquarters inmedeatly!!!
Foodsnatcher: Next to the butcher? I'm hungry...
Typical catthink to assume that we eat our enemies.
Posted by: krix on February 17, 2003 01:04 PM