Dr. A and I make the odd joke about turning Oscar into a foot stool upon his demise. He’s a big cat so it could work. Of course, we’re not serious about it but Della Street seems to be taking us literally. So much for Oscar’s brief reign as top cat:
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Della’s all “He’s mine! You can’t haz him! Move along!”
🙂
vengeance is mine, saith the tabby … “just you wait” in that thought bubble is about 80-point type.
boy cats are pussy’s. tho, i bet oscar wanted the spot he’s in. basil can be such a dick if he wants to be where sybil is.