...the Mistress of Sarcasm tells us about her cat.
No, not Neighbor...or Matata...or Hakuna.
Stripes, in 1985.
Long before any of those kitties became a part of our lives, there was Stripes. I’ve written about him before, but never with quite the same eloquence - and Unconventional Orthography - as did the then-seven-year-old Mistress:
Ah, the Innocence of Yoot™!
No, not Neighbor...or Matata...or Hakuna.
Stripes, in 1985.
Long before any of those kitties became a part of our lives, there was Stripes. I’ve written about him before, but never with quite the same eloquence - and Unconventional Orthography - as did the then-seven-year-old Mistress:
Ah, the Innocence of Yoot™!
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