Drat, thwarted so close to freedom’s sweet caress… I dreamed for but a taste of the decadent west, and now my eulogy is sung by guard dogs and alarm bells.
I keep thinking I have exhausted the web's supply of cat pictures, but they just keep coming.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Oh, Contessa...meet ROLcats!
Drat, thwarted so close to freedom’s sweet caress… I dreamed for but a taste of the decadent west, and now my eulogy is sung by guard dogs and alarm bells.
I keep thinking I have exhausted the web's supply of cat pictures, but they just keep coming.
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Spacebo (that's the little Russian I remember... it should (but doesn't necessarily) mean Thank you).
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing.
Also, everyone I have shared this with would lie to thank you, the interwebs, and, of course, Russia's brutal history!
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