...at least I used to be a storm, but now I'm slowing down.
Fair enough, and I bow to your taking time to research the matter. ‘Tastiness’ was the first word that popped to mind, embarrassingly enough. Now I’m wondering at whether there were ever a Guinness recipe book. (Yes, yes, Google could help find it, but it doesn’t much help in fighting imaginative revulsion.)
The London Cat Litter Butler
And your person will consider the squeak a warning.
Leading one to ask, how do we know they can’t?
The cat lifts his tail to produce a different manner to kill the fly: in 3 … 2 … 1 …
Before reading the text below the comic, I’d thought it was a heel of a shoe that had stepped through a lot of crap to get there.
Not ‘a’ strategy but the only one.
Or a ‘y’.
To humans, absolutely. But that wasn’t a human in a flying bird suit but the flying seal of approval!
If it were, there’d be trousers floating about some drunk chap’s knees.