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Victoria, helpful as always, felt sure that I needed assistance with the exams. Being a cat, she provided said assistance by sitting on the exams in question.
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Well, she was right, right? Because they didn't vanish, blow away or reshuffle themselves. After living with cats, I have discovered that while I may not understand via human logic, animal logic is always valid. Even that that wakes grumpy humans in prime cat time (3AM).
As a species, humans make pitiful animals.
May 23, 2009 at 10:13 AM
Maybe Victoria was making a value judgment of those particular exams. I mean, consider what is atop them...
Bourgeois Nerd |
May 23, 2009 at 10:27 PM
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May 24, 2009 at 05:11 PM
I focused on the wrong thing--your roll-top desk and how much I've always wanted one.
May 25, 2009 at 12:42 PM
What perfect poise, aplomb, and capturing and holding of the enemy for you!
Natalie T. |
May 27, 2009 at 03:53 PM
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