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    It's better to burn in hell than to fade away


    And I will burn in hell.
    for what I did
    To my cat.

    I let the big ginger Tom, Biscuit, out last night, knowing that he would get into the blanket-festooned basket in the garage.
    When I let him in this morning he looked miserable, he shot into the kitchen from under my car, his little head was down, and he tip-toed through the snow like a catty ballet dancer, almost scared to let his little feet touch the ground.

    A few minutes ago the missus told me the cat flap in the garage is frozen shut

    I nearly murdered that poor moggie



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    #2
    You bad man
    Growing old is mandatory
    Growing up is optional

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      #3
      You horrible, horrible man

      I'm sure Biscuit will get his revenge (he's probably cut the fluid cable for the brakes)
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        #4
        Just because he's ginger, it doesn't mean you can treat him this way.

        Gingerist!

        I'm sure that jedi chap will be along to deliver a suitable penance shortly.

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          #5
          Originally posted by norrahe View Post
          You horrible, horrible man

          I'm sure Biscuit will get his revenge (he's probably cut the fluid cable for the brakes)
          pooped under the bed

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            #6
            Originally posted by Pondlife View Post
            Just because he's ginger, it doesn't mean you can treat him this way.

            Gingerist!

            I'm sure that jedi chap will be along to deliver a suitable penance shortly.
            Chewy will be round to rip his arms off shortly.
            Science isn't about why, it's about why not. You ask: why is so much of our science dangerous? I say: why not marry safe science if you love it so much. In fact, why not invent a special safety door that won't hit you in the butt on the way out, because you are fired. - Cave Johnson

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              #7
              Originally posted by EternalOptimist View Post
              It's better to burn in hell than to fade away


              And I will burn in hell.
              for what I did
              To my cat.

              I let the big ginger Tom, Biscuit, out last night, knowing that he would get into the blanket-festooned basket in the garage.
              When I let him in this morning he looked miserable, he shot into the kitchen from under my car, his little head was down, and he tip-toed through the snow like a catty ballet dancer, almost scared to let his little feet touch the ground.

              A few minutes ago the missus told me the cat flap in the garage is frozen shut

              I nearly murdered that poor moggie



              There was a cat under the conifers in the garden all day yesterday, I watched it make several attempts to cross the deep snow, give up and return to the conifers.

              I can't stand cats.

              I walked to the shop and bought 3 tins of cat food and fed it last night
              Confusion is a natural state of being

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                #8
                Originally posted by Diver View Post


                There was a cat under the conifers in the garden all day yesterday, I watched it make several attempts to cross the deep snow, give up and return to the conifers.

                I can't stand cats.

                I walked to the shop and bought 3 tins of cat food and fed it last night
                I'm sorry, but I'll make no apologies for this

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                  #9
                  Originally posted by EternalOptimist View Post
                  It's better to burn in hell than to fade away


                  And I will burn in hell.
                  for what I did
                  To my cat.

                  I let the big ginger Tom, Biscuit, out last night, knowing that he would get into the blanket-festooned basket in the garage.
                  When I let him in this morning he looked miserable, he shot into the kitchen from under my car, his little head was down, and he tip-toed through the snow like a catty ballet dancer, almost scared to let his little feet touch the ground.

                  A few minutes ago the missus told me the cat flap in the garage is frozen shut

                  I nearly murdered that poor moggie




                  don't cats usually have second home? he was probably tucked up somewhere else.

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                    #10
                    Originally posted by Diver View Post


                    There was a cat under the conifers in the garden all day yesterday, I watched it make several attempts to cross the deep snow, give up and return to the conifers.

                    I can't stand cats.

                    I walked to the shop and bought 3 tins of cat food and fed it last night
                    oh dear!

                    Haven't you heard about the cat con artists who fool people into thinking they are starving cute moggies.

                    Next week he'll be moving in, mark my word.
                    "Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what's for lunch." - Orson Welles

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