i’m ready for my close up, mr. de mille
(cat mewing piteously at the cupboard holding the food after *just* finishing his breakfast.)
j:”zeke, it’s a shame there are no oscars for kitties because you would surely win.”
cat mewls forlornly in reply.
exciting, informative, snarky, and very likely fabricated tales of life as an american expat in london
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