I looked in his bed and found a grindstone, woodshop and a mill. I thought he was purring, but apparently he’s been producing goods and materials.

Still no thoughts though.

You should see him and his labours on the means of production, on my blahaj.

I was catsitting for one neighbour when my other neighbour asked me what I was singing.

Crinkle Crinkle little cat So you know where your noms be at Dreamies for my Docklesocks Fish sticks for my scully pops Crinkle Crinkle little cat So you know where your noms be at