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[Nightshade]

SUBBY please empty your pm box

[Pensive]

Hmmmm, does she visit this thread? Maybe, we need to start another thread requesting her to empty her PM box?

[Nightshade]

NO she will see thisSub empty your PM box ASAP please. Then Email night if Im not on when you read this. Thankyou.

[AimusSage]

well, maybe she'll see it, if she takes a really good look, but even I needed to use my magnifying glass.

[Nightshade]

you just love getting bopped dont you?

[AimusSage]

only if you do the bopping Night

[ShoutGrace]

Hello there Aimus . . . will you be on long?

[AimusSage]

that entirely depends on your definition of long.

[ShoutGrace]

Well, naturally . . . it's all relative. Whats a few hours, whats a few minutes?

We must also take into consideration unforeseen occurences . . . perhaps you have an idea about how much time you want to waste here that will be changed dramatically in the near future by RealLife.

[AimusSage]

Well, fortunately the next reallife event is still about an hour away So that will be about the time spend in the fantasy world of litnet, where fairies and martians life happily ever after as do butterflies and wet cats.

[ShoutGrace]

Oooooh. Wet cats. What an image / smell. You mean these things?

[AimusSage]

Aye, what a lovely thread that is. Which such pretty creatures

[ShoutGrace]

It in fact be my favorite thread in the forums!

I glance at it again from time to time in order to refresh in my memory the worthiness of the conviction that cats are both evil and moral abominations.

[AimusSage]

Indeed, evil! One of our cats recently tried to bring a bunny he caught into the house, but he couldn't quite get it through the cat hatch, because it was to big. Blood everywhere, and the worst thing is, before he could be caught, he pulled it through and ran all through the room with it, before running out of the door again.

Needless to say, he wasn't very intersted in his dinner that day.

[ShoutGrace]

Needless to say, he wasn't very intersted in his dinner that day.

I am usually of the same persuasion after indulging in a mouthful of bloody rabbit.

Too bad I wasn't there . . . I wouldn't have stopped until that little hellion's head was on a pike at the end of your driveway, a warning to all those felines scampering about in the area.