Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Oh... to be 19.

Imagine my sadness today. After a full day of waiting for the Big-Cats to come home, they finally arrived and then promptly dashed out the door again. The reason? To go to the neighbourhood pub.

They said I can't come with them 'til I'm 19. That's four more people years. Or 28 cat years. *Sigh*

Does anyone know where I can get fake ID?

1 comment:

Mika Ryan said...

Poor p-kitty, we know how you feel...but no worries, we can hook you up (let's take this off line).

Just keep it on the low down, last time we helped you - you ended up on girls gone wild. Not the way we roll.

Peace out,

Tex and Mags