“My soul is dark and damned, and your flesh tastes like chicken. Tonight, I feast and slake my bloody thirst on your doom.” — Snowball
(Halloween Cats, cont.)
“My soul is dark and damned, and your flesh tastes like chicken. Tonight, I feast and slake my bloody thirst on your doom.” — Snowball
(Halloween Cats, cont.)
Holy cow!
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“mmmm, slurp, yum, I don’t know! The last time I saw “Freebird”, he was in his cage, on his swing! Ask, the, burp, smack, yum, ah, canine…”
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JAYSUS! Where are you finding these things?!
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That poor fuzzer has obviously been homeless waaaay too long!
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I like him.
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ZOINKS!!!!!
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So, is this Devilcat licking his chops in anticipation of slaughtering something, or licking his chops after the act?
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Donnah –
Yes.
Rgds,
TG
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