Pussy I went to Wal-Mart to get my cat food. I get her those Whiskas pouches. Of course, now that she can only really digest the Pate kind, there was only one flavor of pate. When she wouldn't eat the stuff, the whole shelf was full of it. It's a conspiracy, I tells ya. On a completely unrelated note, today I spent 10 minutes making fish faces in the bathroom mirror. posted by Beth 10:43 PM . . .
