Interesting family conversation over the breakfast table concluded with:
"No, cats can't have concubines -- they sleep with whoever they want."
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One of the many advantages of being a cat, I suppose. The others being days full of sleeping, eating, sleeping some more, cleaning one's self in an immodest manner, pooping, yet even more sleeping, being fawned over by adoring owners, flinging cat litter all over the laundry room floor, getting your tail pulled and tummy scratched, still more sleeping and then having sex with as many other cats as you want if only you figure out how to open the door and get over your fear of the outdoors.
Posted by: Dave Reynolds | June 03, 2008 at 11:04 AM