Separated At Birth? My Cat And Stephen Colbert

Separated at birth: my cat and Stephen Colbert
The proof is in the eyes, the bedroom eyes.
(Further evidence.)

Comments

David said…
I didn't know your cat wore glasses...and what is up with Stephen Colbert's bottom teeth?!
August 27, 2010
P.L. Frederick said…
Poor Stephen, his top two teeth were pulled. Wait a sec... oh this is embarrassing but it was the cat that lost his teeth. It's confusing telling them apart. Usually they wear different color collars.
August 27, 2010
P.L. Frederick said…
But they refuse to wear collars to bed, preferring instead to go al fresco. If that means naked, not noodle.
August 27, 2010
Rick Rockhill said…
hee hee, clever post. well done PL, it made me chuckle
August 28, 2010
P.L. Frederick said…
I'm happy to hear that, Rick! It's not every day I make a Savant chuckle. Except for clown savants named Chuckles.
August 28, 2010
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