Meezer Monday

This is my friend Ming. She lives in da hall bathroom near da heater vent (which you can see I am on top of).


Isn't she purdy? She is my confidante. That means we have special talks each day. No, . . . she is not my therapist, but she is a furry good listener.

Here are some recent discussions we have had;
- What's up wif da war in Iraq?
- How poopy is President Bush?
- What would Nietzsche do?
- What would Skeezix do?
- Should kitties roam free outside?
- Should Sabi be allowed in da play cube?
- Where's the Isle of Man?
- Where's Waldo?
- How do we end world hunger?
- How do we get more Tuna?

As you can see, they are furry deep conversations.

When we're done, I gives Ming a kiss. I appreciate our daily chats. As my buddy Jeter would say . . . Life is great.

You have your way. I have my way.

As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way,
it does not exist.
Friedrich Nietzsche