March 12, 2004
ABANDONED, ALAS
The Tribe is in Orlando for dance competition, which I shall attend tomorrow. In the meantime I'm trapped, with cats slithering about the ankles. I don't mind them, especially, but you know my fear: that I will succumb to stroke or infarction or carbon monoxide, to be found Sunday, with the beasts having feasted upon my particular internal organs. I believe their incessant rubbing against my leg is but the feline equivalent of cheese sampling at the local greengrocer.
Posted by Velociman at March 12, 2004 10:38 PMComments
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