Hmmmm, we had a dumb, fat, cat. She was very pretty. She wandered off, forgot that to maintain he basketball like figure she actually needed to stay in the house with her food dish. But we were very sad. The cat who stayed is much more intelligent, and dignified. I think she was offended to have the term cat used to refer to both of them. But since the dumb one left, Charlotte spends even more time with me. Does that mean she thinks I'm fat? Or dumb?
It's not snowing here. It is supposed to get to 80.
