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You know, if, um, you want to, and stuff.
I have two shows on the schedule this season, which is pretty awesome. On Tuesday evenings (starting next week) at 6:30 the lady-friend and I are hosting Apopalypse Now, your comprehensive source for Ke$ha talk and overwrought Downton Abbey analysis. On…
will there be archived recordings
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Cat: Crookshanks Butter Ball
Owner: Elisabeth Ball
Appearance: A
All she has is her looks, really, because her personality is like a science experiment. A skin condition could downgrade her to a B, but we ignore that and pretend that she leaves tiny snowflakes of joy wherever she lumbers.
Sociability: F
Honestly, she has no social ability whatsoever, poor fat thing. Occasionally, in the dark of night, she will climb onto us and hum, but, we wake in the morning, thinking we’ve dreamed the whole thing, haven’t we?
Usefulness: D
Not sure that this term “useful” could ever apply to any cat anywhere. If there’s any utility at all to Crookshanks, it is that her belly of jelly is a fond reminder of Santa Claus.
Huggability: D
Let us clarify: she HATES being hugged, but she is oh so huggable, with her pudding abdomen and her soft white bib. We just have to grab ‘er and squeeze.
Overall Grade: D
That is a very funny looking cat.
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