Image: found at Pulptastic
Inky: … okay once again – ‘whacked’ – okay? <laughing because Muse Cat sniffed in annoyance..>
Muse Cat my drinkin buddy. Cream for her, Glenlivet for me. Tuna for her, whatever is eatable in the fridge for me. Life of leisure for her, the damnable human condition for me.
I’m beginning to question who is the prisoner, and who is the captor here…