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February 20th. The Cat.

It was Completely Outrageous, I say. The Cat was in the Garage, I say. It was Sitting on my Spare Cushion as if its Comfort was Sufficient Moral Grounds to Occupy my Space, I say. It was Oppressing me, I say. Whilst I am saying all this I am also […]

January 23rd. Ozymandias.

The Owner is sitting at her Computer watching the House of Commons. I am engaged in a discussion with Squeaky Cat, when she speaks suddenly. Ozymandias, she says, in slightly strained tones. What is that? I ask, as her voice was slightly drowned by Squeaky Cat, who is Upset that […]