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This is madness gone mad
It wont play, so it must be madness!1st!!!!!!!
Bizzare, it works for me. Try it again! It is even madder than madness of not being able to play it is Mad mad mad and I am going really mad today mua ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Take your Meds. Dear.
Merms: That is fab,I just love Cats and singing ones, just too much, lovely !P.S. My pampered Puss Chloe talks to her sisters, (Our 3 Girls), down the phone, she recognises their voices and miows madly when I put the receiver to her ear. OK so I`m potty, but hey, who cares ?P.P.S. I bet ol`Hitch enjoys the "Slnging Pussies". "Tee Hee"!
The festive pussies! They weren't smiling though, were they? Have you played it to your own, kitty, Mermaid?
Trubes, really !It's all done on a sampler.I don't think my cat will be singing this Christmas. He's taken a rather poorly turn in his dotage.Thank heavens I don't do my shopping early. I lost my gran in the run up to Christmas last year and learned the lesson well from bitter experience.You just can't sell footwarmers anywhere you know.
i hear you mermaid...my dogs are currently dressed in their christmas garb...the two little ones are sporting red sweaters this morning with festive christmas balls...i figured as they are bitches without balls (but act like they have them) they should be so endowed! the beagle is sporting a beard this morning...
It plays for me!! Its driving the dog wild with rage!!I was hoping for more photos of your flat!!
And they say things can't get any worse. Liars!
kev I still get catalogues for swollen old peoples feet "Hotter"Bought them for my Grandfather. He died a week later.Fell over tying the laces.He was only 86, a tragedy.
When you said you lost your grandmother, I thought you meant literally, while shopping in a crowded mall, or that she wandered out one night after too much sherry - now I know that I was being a mean sea-cow. Forgive the mermins.
the Grinch struck the condos agian this morning around 3am our time. I heard him in the hall chased him out the door and the police caught him.
Oddly hypnotic. And deeply disturbing. I feel like ordering some catnip for Christmas.
Not a mean sea-cow. Grandmother had a humour like Catherine Tate and would have "fuckin' loved it", Mermins.;-)Have a nice weekend.
This is the sort of tough minded bitter misanthropy that I have been waiting for Merm. The death cry of a thousand cats woven into a racist Christmas song . Nasty and yet Is it art ?
Oh I can fart Good King Wenceslas after a lot of cheese. You are welcome to ny pad for a private demonstration....(hey hey who could resist.....)
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