Milkshakes and anchovies—separately, not mixed together.
It’s either taking a nap or waking up from a nap and immediately taking another one.
I purrfer fashions that accentuate my natural feline grace, while adding just enough spikiness in my accessories to say, “I don’t come when I’m called.”
Sweet Fang™ is my pet saber-tooth tiger cub. She’s much more cuddly than I am.
I don’t like being rubbed the wrong way.
Purrhaps I could be faulted for my fascination with the claw of cause and effect…or not. I suppose it all depends on whether or not you’re the monster being affected.
I strut! Wherever I am, I own it. From the school howls to onstage, all eyes and ears are on me — and the world is my were-catwalk.