"The time has come," the walrus said, "to speak of many things."
I don't think the walrus had in mind what I'm about to tell you. First, I want to say that being a cat of the cloth means I can talk to anybody about anything, and they can talk to me.
The other day, I was sleeping, minding my own business
when along came this tiny winged creature who wanted to talk
and talk, and talk, and talk, naturally of many things. There wasn't even a confession in there to keep my interest.
Oh, my Cod, I was losing my patience.
But, I listened and I listened.
I wasn't even able to get a word in edgewise.
Finally, I'd had enough.
I didn't mean to, honestly, and this has been weighing on my conscience ever since. What do you think I saw when I removed my paw?
He was still there.
Talking..and talking..(hehe) Although, he might have pawsed for a moment.