I’m keeping a catalogue of Ilse’s best insults.
My chatty cat does not understand phone conversations.
Flashback to when she was 3 years old.
I asked my daughter this question one day as a joke and got an earnest answer in reply. Now I ask it every evening at dinnertime.
My cat and I have been engaged in a 36 minute handshake, each unwilling to be the first to break. The prolonged eye contact is making my eyes water, but I’m not crying.
I’m not crying.
Hyperbole can be so dangerous!
(Please don’t give me mouse solutions. I already have a mouse solution. I’m planning on stuffing a cat in every crevice. Thank you.)
I hope you get earything you desire this year.
Is this related to the freezer fish thing?