We have this funny white cat. Yeah- HE's a BOY. Pretty, yes. Prettier than you are. I don't care who you are. He's prettier. But he is most certainly a boy. His name is Mika. After the F1 Finnish driver. Not Mika the girl. Mika the boy. It gets to him sometimes. He cries. Because he's secure, but gets down about it.
So the joke is that he's pretty, cute and very white. He poops marshmallows. And they're like the Lucky Charms marshmallows. Magically delicious. We decided that this was the case, that my cat was chock full of elvin magic over drinks. Many, many drinks. See, he's about as masculine as Orlando Bloom as the elf. Delicious, yes. But prettier than any girl, and with better hair. The bastard. Can't possibly do a man with prettier hair than mine. I remember guys like that in Jr. High- they carried banana combs in their back pockets. Rumor had it that they used curling irons in the morning. Hmmmm.
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Oh, it wasn't that many drinks. I think you had one hard cider, and then wine, but that came later.
And I thought it was more like the mini jet-puffed marshmallows that are the different colors. They're softer and prettier than the hard little Lucky Charms marshmallows. Of course, if you could combine the fluffiness of jet-puffed marshmallows with the great shapes of the Lucky Charms marshmallows, that would be best.
But Mika would probably only poop little pink bows and gold stars.
Unless, of course, you were talking about it being decided that he was full of magic over drinks. Then yes.
It's sad that the marshmallow thing came about with as few drinks as it did. Huh.
Call it the residual alcohol that lives full-time in my system.
Not really- it's just cuz we're a passel o freaks. Who make up slanderous stories about my innocent little white cat. Because we're all so MEAN...(Mika shrieks this at the top of his furry little lungs and runs off to lick himself in the closet).
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