I was sitting on the couch. I looked up, and I saw something horrid. It was Bob, but he wasn’t the Bob I knew. I barely survived his deadly laser attack..
Jeremy

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March 14th, 2008 at 10:32 pm
Too late. This is actually the feline’s way of ensuring you will do their bidding for their whole lives. Once you have seen it, you will never be the same. Bob says, “feed me” and you will. Bob says, “remove my stinky poo from this contraption,” and you will.
It’s ok, we have been under this spell for many years, and we are still mostly socially functional.
We have some great Hatch Devil Kitty pics. B only gives us Devil Kitty every few months. I guess he has learned to use it sparingly in his old age.