Friday, April 15, 2011

Because I Am a Crazy Cat Lady

  If you have a cat, you know that slavery is alive and well. And you are the slave. At least, to them. I know for a fact that my sweet Sylvester privately thinks of himself as an aristocratic millionaire, and McKay and I exist to serve him on bended knee.

  So, I give you: Sylvester as he sees himself.

    You gotta love a monocle/mustache combo.

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