It's official
Yes, it's official. The cat is definitely a kleptomaniac. Today I found her hidden in the back of the wardrobe, playing with a strange shoelace. It was a leopard print shoelace and neither Buster, nor I, have ever owned such a thing. Now if I could only train her to bring home useful things. Like a new car. Or a smart, leather handbag. Or a big tax return.
posted by Laziest Girl at 10:02 pm
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Perhaps, just perhaps, she is responsible for the chocolate crackle. Maybe she ventured into some kids birthday party and thought she'd take it for later?
Picture the scene... Laziest Girl is gardening in the front yard when a gleaming new Holden Barina lurches into the driveway and skids to a halt. The door pops open and the cat leaps out.
Cat: Rowwrr?
Laziest Girl: What? You call this a new car? It only has a three star crash rating! No treat for you until you bring me something with a five star rating or higher!
Car: Rorr...
Laziest Girl: Ooh, and I want a sunroof!
Cat: Meww rowr rawr (translation: things have been tougher around here since the dog worked out how to get them free broadband).
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