Canned Laughter

Carlos, El Gato Gordo has a new nickname. The kids have been calling him The Pasha because he lolls on the front lawn while his hareem of lady cats come round to admire his big belly.
Competition for The Pasha’s attention has been heating up with the warm Spring weather. This morning one of his lady [...]

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Many thanks to Cursing Mama for alerting me to my imminent demise.

Look at him plotting away. I know what he’s thinking, “When you least expect it, Expect it!”

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Overheard through my laundry room window:“Man, what is that thing over there by the fence?”“That is huge! What is that?”“Is that a raccoon?”“Now way, raccoons is all stripey. That ain’t stripey”“Hey man, it’s moving! What is that?”“Man, that’s a cat!”“That is one big cat.”
Carlos, El Gato Gordo thanks you for your attention.

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I would be happy to report that my sorority meeting on Thursday was effortlessly elegantly. Unfortunately it will be held up as an example of why we should have our meetings at restaurants. It all began as a tiny niggling snowball of overcooked food that rolled into a guest bathroom that was not cleaned properly [...]

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Carlos enjoying the garden April ‘05

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