Oh, for the love of Darwin. I had noticed a general falling-off of the female's sensibility lately. Forgetting things, losing things, keener to play with sticks than Ash, even. I have overheard the male human of the house commenting that she appears to be merging with Ash. This has been confirmed. She has just completed a second
find out which lolcat you are test and the results speak for themselves. Two weeks ago she was serious cat. The male human was ceiling cat:
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Today, though, she is
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Hope is abandoned. All sense is lost. I may as well fling my tail in the air and chase oxygen molecules in public...
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