A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets.
The inscription on the Royal Tombs at Thebes is actually as follows ..."Cats' eyes, cats' eye. I'm a tombola. Move your marbles sunshine before I tear your marquetry!" (Apologies to Reverend Spooner and other notables.)
Thou art the scrounging, ignorant, fish-pilfering, three-o'clock-in-the-morning-jumping-on-my-head, fighting-in-the-alley, crapping-in-the-flowerbeds, expensive and most exalted feline -- the average spoilt rotten brat of a cat.
Lord Hughes of Fleetwood wins the cat crapping contest against Lord Sedgwick and his marbles.
No, that is one mighty fine cat. I get a cat picture a day from a lady at work who has a...wait for it...cat desk calendar. Explains everything. Mrs VVB and I have to move houses before we can get a another kitty. Bummer.
Not much of a victory...Sedgwick lost all his marbles years ago.
Didn't lose them! They were knicked by the serial thief of Carrera, Jose Elgin.
Ah...I've seen 'em on display in the British Museum...in a very small box that you have to study with a magnifying glass.
No, Hughes, the ones in the very small box are from the other end, his marbles are slightly, but not much, larger. I would love another cat Phil but unless the rodent takes the gst off pet food, there's not much chance.Question for all the smartyarses who visit here. I don't think I ever claimed superannuation after I stopped work to become a household slave, would I have some loot hanging about somewhere?
So elegant...I love cats!
I know he looks gorgeous and I shouldn't post photos of cats because I want one or seven.
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