Shall I say that in the last 24 hours I've eaten more than in the whole preceding week and that I've eaten more meat than in the whole preceding month? Shall I describe the torpid glassiness of my eyes as I contemplate the upcoming trip to church with more lethargy than spirituality? Shall I list the delicacies, each more delicious than the last, that have been presenting themselves before me?I think the easiest way of communicating the sheer fucking oral debauchery is in haiku form:
the olives are hot
fresh veal soothes my burning mouth
bread is for the birds
Merry Christmas, everyone.
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Your cat is fat and happy. Meow meow meow.
Merry Christmas!
You're an angel, Cali. A Christmas angel. And not one of those nasty ones who show people hideous visions of the future, either. A great one.
Lexie has her own site on Catster now, did I tell you? It's linked under 'Haikus'.
Note: it'll be open season on anyone choosing to make fun of the way I anthropomorphize my cat. OPEN SEASON. You've been warned.
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