time for Kitty to lay off da nip
"Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him well."
When in &*%$# are the props people gonna get me a skull?
We never really talk anymore
She comes along, picks off a few bugs, and then leaves. She calls it "symbiotic", but I just sorta feel used.
So... the tables have turned, Monsieur Puddy Tat.