4 thoughts on “Monday Cat Blogging

  1. Cris

    Kitty!

    The trouble with going to the big cat exhibit is that I have to fight the desire to reach out and pet them.

    1. cleek

      i thought that about the tigers and lions. but this cougar looked like it would slice right through that fence if it really wanted to, it just didn’t want to. and i didn’t want to give it a reason. mean kitteh.

  2. dance around in your bones

    Uhh…kitteh?

    Imma gonna dump a batch of pie filter suggestions on you again, cleek :) Prune them as you wish:

    Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre pies.

    Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have pies thrust upon them.

    I am the greatest, I said that even before I knew I was pie.

    The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the pie soul, is ‘What does a pie want?’

    After climbing a great pie, one only finds that there are many more pies to climb.

    The greatest discovery of all time is that a person can change his future by merely changing his pie.

    I am confined only by the pies I bake myself.

    If you don’t know where you are going any pie will take you there.

    I’ll try any pie once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure.

    The purpose of a pie is a pie of purpose.

    When we remember we are all pie, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.

    Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy with pie.

    There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the pie made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: only pie.

    A man who dares to waste a slice of pie has not discovered the value of life.

    To eat pie is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

    Bake a pie before you burn a bridge,

    You can’t stop the pie but you can learn to surf.

    Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new pie with no mistakes in it?

    Always eat pie when you can; it is cheap medicine.

    No matter how tasty the pie, you can always begin again.

    Intelligence without pie is a bird without wings.

    The trick is to enjoy pie. Don’t waste away your days waiting for better pie ahead.

    Love pie first, and everything else falls into line.

    If you think sunshine brings you happiness, then you haven’t danced in the pie.

    Nobody can take away your pain, so don’t let anyone take away your pie.

    You live but once, you might as well eat pie.

    Life’s under no obligation to give us pie – but here I am.

    I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be – in a nice crusty pie.

    If you don’t know where you are going, any pie will get you there.

    Oh the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be score!. There are games to be won! And the magical things you can do with that pie will make you the winning-est winner of all.

    Don’t go around saying the world owes you a pie. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.

    It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop eating pie.

    Don’t part with your pie. When it is gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.

    Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the pie still in them.

    Pie continues to ruin my life.

    I think I’ve discovered the secret of pie – you just hang around until you get used to it.

    Pie has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.

    Maybe this world is another pie’s hell.

    One day your pie will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.

    The secret of pie is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.

    A heart is not judged by how much you love pie; but by how much your pie is loved by others.

    Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the pies I’m not eating.

    The pie that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for pie that suits all cases.

    Life is a moderately good pie with a badly written third act.

    (Are you ever going to get the pie filter submissions unblocked? No worries).

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