At one time I had the twins, two of a feral litter of four who as kittens were inseparable. I called them McDonnell and Douglas because they were both jet black.
The Birth of Kickstarter….
Geez. What a bunch of underachievers.
Well, there was the time I found one at the bottom of a cactus flower the size of my spread hand, positively wallowing in the sticky yellow pollen at the bottom of the blossom and kicking all six legs in the air in utter glee. If you leaned in close, I’d swear you could hear it giggling.
“I am Galstaf, sorceror of light!”
“Then why did you have to cast Magic Missile?”
Don’t worms need hugs too?
What has this person been eating?
No way. You can’t snarf from the floor.
Beatrix. Hmmm. Nice name.
Could have been worse.
Could have been “Bye”.