The only thing that can kill me in short order is a cat. So I eschew them. Severe almost instant asthma. Except for a few, my son has one that's on it's last legs (thank god) and can't get upstairs. I don't get the logic of housing an animal that defecates in your house. And you get to buy stuff for poo and then you get to clean it up. Jeez.

Please don't do one about a border collie. Mine has gone to the big dog house in the sky, or become a cricket if I'm a Buddhist today. He was yipping on about nirvana. That dog cracked everyone up, he said hello when you came in the door. Literally. It was a yawn with the word, but he did it every time.

I digress, Cats. Achoo. Eschew. No thanks. Wait! do they taste like crock e dial? Cause those taste like chicken. Yum. Meow.

Nice deal tres drole.

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Cowbell!

John Conley
Musica est vita