Not a great deal more to the story, actually. Three women in the kitchen at one time, a young tomcat trying to be involved, cabinets being opened and closed on all sides, a tail caught in a door, ensuing gangrene, and vet-recommended amputation of half the tail.
The more interesting part was when they decided to stud him (purebred bluepoint Siamese) and all the male kittens had a kink halfway up the tail. I know you can’t inherit an injury, but I figure the inherited an underlying weakness in a nerve ganglion or something.
For those compelled to try anyway, you can’t draw that figure without retracing or lifting your pencil. Or any other figure with more than two points where an odd number of lines meet.
The problem isn’t the colonoscopy per se, it’s that damn GoLytely stuff they make you drink. (And the two straight months of diarrhea afterwards.)
Or any time of the year in Phoenix.
“Where it belongs” would be in the freezer. Helps the batteries last longer.
Trying to “help out” in the kitchen is how my grandfather’s cat ended up going through life with half a tail.
You’re going to need a lot more than just one duck.
Not if he’s right. He can work at Fox News. If he wants to work at CNN he has to be left.
The greatest thing since sliced bread?
Plug it in to what?