Cat Butt
4/10/2006
Somehow when I think of yummy raspberry sour candy, this doesn't really come to mind:
I've never actually had a pet cat that I could call my own. I 'cat sat' for my sister when she was pregnant, and I roomed with a lesbian and a completely manic cat that tore up all of my posters and pissed on all my clothes. I wasn't even terribly fond of cats ....That us until a friend of mine convinced me to take home a little cute and fuzzy tabby cat about 4 months ago. Now I'm won over. His name is Captain Jack, named after a character in the new Doctor Who series. I'm a cat lover now. Not a freak, but a lover.
And I know what those litter boxes can smell like when you use ANYTHING but Arm and Hammer litter (the expensive shit). And if THAT can smell like THAT, and THAT's where THAT came from, then you bet your feline arse that I would not normally entertain even the slightest strange connection between cat anuses and raspberry tarts.
Still, I'd be up for sampling a box of Cat Butt Tart Raspberry Sours. Am I worth $2.50 to you? Send them along...... ROFL
posted by Edward Svengali @ Monday, April 10, 2006,
