cybercat wrote:

I don't know, man, when I am late with Boo's food, she goes postal
on me. I get no love, I get cussed out in cat language, she slaps my
ankles when I walk past and occasionally pees on my stuff. :

I do not feel the love.

heh

the only difference, mine **** with me they might get spinach for
dinner

oh yes i will baby... spinach tonight!

dem crickets hopping round here start lookin mighty good to em