Wednesday, 25 July 2012

WAITER, THERE'S A CAT IN MY SOUP

THEN: Would you care for 
a delicious bowl of Yang?
NOW: I'm sorry, you'll have to 
wash your hands in the toilet.

For some bizarre in-utero-fixation reason, my cat likes to sleep in the sink. When he was younger (and smaller) he liked to curl up in a nice cosy bowl. He's weird, is what he is. Editor's Note: To this day, it's a mystery to me why I even own cats. I'm a dog person. Do you hear me, Yang? A DOG PERSON! Now come on out of the sink and let me hug you.