Stuff Not On My Cat


  • Fur

  • Whiskers

  • Fleas

  • Pants

Comments

Dave said…
This would have been better if you'd used a picture of a cat.
October 20, 2008
P.L. Frederick said…
Or quotation marks:
stuff not on my “cat”
October 20, 2008
Dave said…
Yep. That could work.

Or flesh blob. That could work too.
October 20, 2008
Katiez Furry Mewz said…
hey dats iz too a cat!!
August 14, 2009
P.L. Frederick said…
Thanx Katie and Da Katz.
Orf the cat sez
he luffs u.
August 18, 2009
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