I showed up fashionably dressed to my friend's party. His wife said I was the cat's meow.
Well, of course I was. Their cat had laryngitis and someone had to be the voice for this pathetic creature.
This is better than being called the cat's pajamas. Since I'm big enough to cloth several sleepy felines, I avoid psychotic cats who frequently rub lotion on you and knead your skin to see how soft you're getting.
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