cats go to that big litter box in the sky...always clean fresh litter and lots of fish to eat and someone who is always at their beck and call to play with them, when they decide they desire it...
Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked,the good fortune to run into the ones I do,and the eyesight to tell the difference.
cats go to that big litter box in the sky...always clean fresh litter and lots of fish to eat and someone who is always at their beck and call to play with them, when they decide they desire it...
Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked,the good fortune to run into the ones I do,and the eyesight to tell the difference.