Op's got a touch of the bird flu and won't be posting for a few days.
(Actually rumor has it that she got swallowed up by a snowbank)
Thanks and best wishes,
Bill the Cat.
A recovering workaholic living with an awesome husband, fibromyalgia and a bunch of stuffed penguins tries to reclaim her sense of humor. Oh. You mean it's still there? Oh, right. I think I saw it a few months ago underneath that pile of laundry.
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4 comments:
Bill (you hairball spitting freak):
Give my best wishes to Opus.
Milo.
Dear Milo - If Oppy is not adverse to eating fellow avians, might I recommend chicken soup.
Cheer Oppie up with this.
She'll like it.
Hey Opie -- hope you're feeling better & chasing Bill around!!! Don't rip over his hairballs!!
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