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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