Cats: For Lizzy

From ICHC, fulfilling all your Cattitude needs

Anyone who has ever lived with a cat has probably had a sneaking suspicion that the little bastids are way smarter — and sneakier — than we hoominz give them credit for. My personal fantasies about cats range from the wildly insane SF end of the spectrum (they're really aliens from Betelgeuse, doing their post-doctoral work in the field of xenoanthropology or exobiology or whatever) to the paranoiacally prosaic, if paranoia can be prosaic. You know what I mean.

Don't you ever check your credit-card bills to see if there's unaccounted for receipts for tuna-and-anchovy pizza? Or check your phone bills for multiple regular calls to the local pizzeria?

And, yes, I really believe, if they had opposable thumbs, they'd be signing for the double-anchovy extra-cheese tuna pizza, or having sushi and sashimi delivered regularly.

Hmmm ... maybe it's time to stop taking the superduper pain meds.

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