No, I was safe, it didn't blow me away..well, maybe it did.
Since Mondays are hard on everybody, I thought it would be great to use my imagination (and there's plenty of it) to divert my attention from Monday's gruesomeness to something that gets me excited.
So, here I am. In a new role. No longer housecat. No longer parish cat...Instead, an LAPD detective, ready to sniff out crime, endlessly interrogate the pretty women and bring purrrps to justice.
Oh...have to run. Somebody on the phone says she's a witness and has important info purrtaining to my case. While I get the mud on that, feel free to enjoy my limerick and graphic.
"Hello?...Can you come to the station?...Okay, gimme an hour. Gotta grab me a sandwich over at the deli.."
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Tom, I think this is the PURRFECT profession for you! You don't want to shoot anyone, anyhow...besides, there's that whole 'thumbs' issue...
Love the limerick and graphic! It did help out this Monday morning - MOL!
Thanks for the Monday smiles Tom!
dood !!! we think ewe wood make a grate dee tectivez; just bee safe out ther....de werld iz fulla bass terd chcknz
984 paws up for yur limmer rix :) !! ☺☺♥♥
Tom, we know you'll know a rat when you see one!
Tom...you're the one I will watch with my little eye! I want to see how you do this job!
The secret to handling Mondays is just cross them off the calendar!
Whoa! The tabbies over in Trout Towne could use a good detective.
that makes Mondays a lot better, Tom.
We love your limerick, Tom. And you as a gumshoe sounds like a winner!
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