I had a cat once, and her name was Helen (short for The Great Helen of Peerless Whose Face Could Launch a Thousand Combines), and she was my One True Cat. However, she had a rather regrettable morning routine not unlike the hero of this movie. After walking all over me, she would like my nose until I woke. Sometimes, her prickly tongue would nearly remove the skin from my face before I woke, but it worked.
Cats. Why do we love 'em when they treat us so badly?
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Date: 2007-11-08 07:03 am (UTC)I had a cat once, and her name was Helen (short for The Great Helen of Peerless Whose Face Could Launch a Thousand Combines), and she was my One True Cat. However, she had a rather regrettable morning routine not unlike the hero of this movie. After walking all over me, she would like my nose until I woke. Sometimes, her prickly tongue would nearly remove the skin from my face before I woke, but it worked.
Cats. Why do we love 'em when they treat us so badly?