The name has stuck. Sometime, when the defences were down (read: dappled) the mother entity had high jacked "Operation Bell The Cat" (confidential, until now) and the bouncing bundle of fur is to be called "Moni" as opposed to our post-modern retro-revisited neocon "Angie"(sigh). Rest assured, the matter will be looked into with utmost post haste and dispatched to the necessary department heads, filed in triplicate to sections D,U,C and other requisite necessities.
But really, at the end of the day, the name doesn't really matter, does it? Its what you really feel inside. And I, for one barring one incident (read: cat scratch fever), love the cat. :)
(Slinks away, tippytoe...)
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*sigh*
meow.
hate is a sticky paw and a furrball
love is warm milk and ribbons.
I want to be a cat.
though actually I'm a stupid scruffy puppy.
you can't always get what you want
said mr jagger and those rolling stones. true that is. applies to the angie/moni debate as well. :o)
noice pictures. i like that you can see her whiskers.
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