The parents brough home the penguin, who Jimmy named 'Joe.' Everyone was excited to see Joe. They played with Joe and petted her (as the family was ignorant in the ways of determining the sex of penguins). Then they went to have supper, and Joe and the cat were left alone.
Glory ,'Potential'
Natter 39 and Holding
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Please do, Robin.
Erm, do we have a new Natter title picked out?
How is the Glamour Shots thing going?
I'm trying to decide whehter or not to be askeered for tommyrot's story.
what is the kitty's name? if s/he is resentful for not having a name you can hardly blame the kitty for taking a swipe at joe
Shhh... Burrell, it's more fun when we don't!
there are no penguins here. I wonder if it is the fault of my cat.
There are no babies here. I would still pay for a babysitter if the babysitter did massages.
my cat will not massage me . will a penguin?
Natter 40 Years in the Desert
Oh, good point Kat. Then the Stompies can be all dictatorial.
The penguin went to see a movie. It was called Bowling for Columbine.
The cat and Joe looked at each other. The cat approached Joe to greet her, but Joe smelled tuna on the cat's breath became determined to find the source of the smell. Joe started pecking at the cat, who jumped on a shelf to escape. Joe squacked and ran in circles in frustration.