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akirluThere I was wondering what I was actually going to do with the roughly 6-10 yards of bright fuchsia peau de soie silk that leapt into my arms at Village des Voleurs, er, Valeurs the other day, tearfully begging to go home with me at the insane bargain price of $9.99. Silly me. Tinka has it all sorted. Clearly it is meant to be a kitty bolster, the perfect final touch converting my ironing board into a comfy couch of kitty iniquity. Sigh. I guess I didn't need to put away that ironing board tonight anyway.
And speaking of helping cats, I really ought to write a letter to the Pentagon, because if someone could figure out what drives the unerring feline sense that allows them to leap precisely into the geometric center of the next garment you were about to put on, just as you are reaching for it, then we could scrap our whole elaborate network of geosynchronous spy satellites and still bomb the crap out of terrorists just as they're trying to put on their panties.
And speaking of helping cats, I really ought to write a letter to the Pentagon, because if someone could figure out what drives the unerring feline sense that allows them to leap precisely into the geometric center of the next garment you were about to put on, just as you are reaching for it, then we could scrap our whole elaborate network of geosynchronous spy satellites and still bomb the crap out of terrorists just as they're trying to put on their panties.
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