Steven Heywood on Nostr: Cat: I say, are you dead? Me: Yes. Cat: Me: Cat: Don't mess around, I want my ...

Cat: I say, are you dead?
Me: Yes.
Cat:
Me:
Cat: Don't mess around, I want my breakfast.
Me: You shall have to instruct a medium to pass your request through the veil through my spirit guide Tiptoes-Through-Tulips.
Cat:
Me:
Cat: If you're dead how come you swear every time I smack you on the nose?
Me: I am a very profane corpse. A cat of tender sensibilities shouldn't be consorting with the like of me.
Cat: Smack.
Me: Swears.
Cat: Smack.
Me: This cat hath murdered sleep.

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