This evening as Paul and I sat, Paul watching football and me attempting to watch football, Paul cast a loving gaze upon our cat, Gilly. As he cradled her gently in his arms, he cooed:
"I would follow you into war."
If we weren't already crazy cat people, I'm pretty sure we are now. I think once the phrase "I would follow you into war" is uttered to a cat, you are automatically inducted into some secret club and I fully expect a welcome package to appear on our doorstep tomorrow morning, complete with T-shirts and mugs.
Good grief.
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that's wonderful. i should have been a part of that club a long time ago, so where's my welcome package? please, please, please let it include refrigerator magnets. . .
What, no secret club cryptic license plate frames? Then forget it.
I really want to be part of that club too. I desperately miss having a kitty...and I think my walls could benefit from a cat poster. ;)
Maybe Dan Brown will use that secret club as the subject of his next book.
Ah, Dan Brown, I can read it now, secret messages in kitty litter.
But, there is a club, and sadly, no mugs. But there are sweatshirts! Go to Cabalas...
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