a reply to: queenofsheba
Sorry who are you and why do you call me whiskers? How do you know I am really a space cat from another dimension here to eat all your earth catnips,
and pee in all your fancy cool aid?
Ah just joking your that crazy housewife bored lady troll weirdo person, I think that would make you what, I really do have a hard time keeping track
of those. But anyways remember, no doubt the cat rolled over and got out of the box by now and is on her merry way. The butterfly is likely still
fluttering around in a jar somewere, but soon it will filter no more except its fate and be part of somebody's collection, another jar stuffed in
the clear glass drawer. And the fly?...Still sort of buzzing around in the vasoline, but not stuck in it any more, merely trudging ickyness on its
Ever get a feeling that we thing were really dancing but really were just comatose on a flatbed somewhere? Like a cat dreaming that its sleeping, or
a like Garfield dreaming that its dreaming of eating lasagna, but when in reality its just the fat free cheep stuff with no flavor that gives you
diarrhea? Waking up quickly to run to the bathroom in the dark. Ya me to! I never get those types of feelings, except maybe the bad lasagna one.
You will always be Whiskers to me...no, I'm not really a bored housewife at all. That's the thing about ATS, its virtual reality so one never really
knows. But, you did amuse me a time or two there, Galadofthewar; though who could be glad of such a thing is beyond me.
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