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richardf8I have a cat, a dour sour puss who likes to glower while perched on the arm of my chair.
I tend to feel that I am not quite up to this cat. He is a cat for a megalomaniac bent on world domination, a cat for an evil genius of diabolical proportions, a cat for someone who would ransom the President of the United States for a meelyun dollars.
Before I kill you Mr. Bond, please allow me to vivisect you and feed your liver to my Precious Cuchulainn . . .
Yes I don't think my cat gets enough liver from my ideological enemies, so be vewwy quiet, I'm hunting ewephant.
I tend to feel that I am not quite up to this cat. He is a cat for a megalomaniac bent on world domination, a cat for an evil genius of diabolical proportions, a cat for someone who would ransom the President of the United States for a meelyun dollars.
Before I kill you Mr. Bond, please allow me to vivisect you and feed your liver to my Precious Cuchulainn . . .
Yes I don't think my cat gets enough liver from my ideological enemies, so be vewwy quiet, I'm hunting ewephant.
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Date: 2004-05-10 04:30 am (UTC)He got this name because, as a fluffy kitten, he managed to intimidate my fifteen pounder into a posture of submission. Ah well, the tables are turned now.