People have a way of amusing me, I suppose... at least, I would be amused if my Sense of Humor were here to be amused. Instead it spends its time up in trees, estranged from me, and traveling at will
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What amuses me so dear kitty, is that we have seen hide nor hair of the said 2 of clubs since yester-year. Though we have heard of his gallant acts all through out the wonderlands. It twists my bonnet that I have to constantly take out an extra set set every time he promises to visit the party, and yet he never seems to have the time.... and I'm stuck having to wash clean cups. I suppose I should not even bother considering the circumstances, yet I hate being caught unawares, or ill prepared for company.
Beware little club of the Queen's flowers, for some have hidden thorns and bite when they are manhandled.
I concur. Oft have I heard the extra set put out complaining of chill at not being properly used. If I have to comfort one more tea cup over these incidents I will send the Two of Clubs a bill for services rendered in the form of psychotherapy for ceramics. And to be frank, the flamingos inviting themselves to the table last time for they thought the extra set was for them... was not quite my idea of a merry unbirthday at all. Further a mystery... how seventeen flamingos of varying sizes all managed to sit on the same chair...
As mayor of the tea time table, I believe that we should put the wounded tea cup into a box, and mail it to said 2 of clubs. Then he will have no choice but to come by to return it and that way at least we can scold him properly.
The flamingo infestation has gotten a bit out of hand, not to mention they defy reason... I mean who would willingly sleep standing up?
Hmm... well as simply the cat who wanders, I'm not one to say nay to the mayor of the tea time table... Might I suggest however, we put a spot of tea in the teacup? So it wont be lonely.
I shall pluck their feathers while they sleep to make a nest. Or create a flamingo stampede...
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Beware little club of the Queen's flowers, for some have hidden thorns and bite when they are manhandled.
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The flamingo infestation has gotten a bit out of hand, not to mention they defy reason... I mean who would willingly sleep standing up?
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Might I suggest however, we put a spot of tea in the teacup? So it wont be lonely.
I shall pluck their feathers while they sleep to make a nest. Or create a flamingo stampede...
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