Speaking of cats. I could cure this nut-case of her mental illness in no time.
I'd lock her in a rubber room with a mouse. The only way she can leave is after she eats the mouse; without puking it back up.
If she eats the mouse, then I guess I'm wrong about her and she is a cat.
Okay, I've done my part to help her. Do we have any volunteers to watch her use the litter box?
I'd lock her in a rubber room with a mouse. The only way she can leave is after she eats the mouse; without puking it back up.
If she eats the mouse, then I guess I'm wrong about her and she is a cat.
Okay, I've done my part to help her. Do we have any volunteers to watch her use the litter box?