"Who, Quackenpuss? Oh, well, David found it living under the deck after that big rainstorm last month? I don't mind the way it sneaks up on me and begs for bread, or even the wet nest of hairballs it made behind the fridge. But the way it shrieks in the night, Shirley... the way it screams in the dark chills my blood."
Monday, June 16, 2008
Duck, Duck, Cat.
"Who, Quackenpuss? Oh, well, David found it living under the deck after that big rainstorm last month? I don't mind the way it sneaks up on me and begs for bread, or even the wet nest of hairballs it made behind the fridge. But the way it shrieks in the night, Shirley... the way it screams in the dark chills my blood."
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