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Now that Cat is gone I can get back to life as an international playboy.

I've been in a rut lately with the opposite sex

but I've been to Mexico, so I guess that makes me international.

But that playboy thing, well, I should have read the articles.

If only Cat was here to advise me.

The way she talks.

Let me explain, this cat sees a higher or lower spectrum of light waves and a higher or lower frequency of vibrations

of the particles that make up objects. 

Or so she says.

She can focus her vision to different dimensions or planes. 

So when she describes objects to me, well, that isn't the way I would describe them. Especially after she's been nipping.

Which is practically all the time.

She says it's not a problem, "Like the hair on the tip of my tail, I got it licked."

She always says this when during the telling of one of her adventures lives she finds herself in a very impossible situation.

You say to yourself that no, no way is she going to be able to do that.

No, no, way is she going to explain this.

No, no, way is she going to get out of that.

Then she says, "Like the hair on the tip of my tail, I got it licked."

And then does the impossible.

Oh! the phone.

It's her. "Human you alright?" Yeah, I reply.

"Listen, don't worry. Has there been any strangeness at the studio?"

No.

"Any furniture move by itself or strange noises?"

No.

"Saw Inaugural and now must go to the desert by the full moon, tell you everything

when I return.

Listen carefully human.

I'm going to ask you a question,

and your answer will determine your own fate."

Sure.

"If I come back, it might mean your demise."

Sure, come back, I'll have all your favorites ready was my answer.

I hate when she speaks French.

Denise.

Who does she think she is?

I never let her know that I don't speak it.

 

I hate that little paw doing the L for loser on her tiny little forehead.

 

"Good, I knew you wouldn't let me down.

If meant to be we'll get out of this in one piece. Goodbye."

 

What's she talking about, are we moving?

 

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