George Dies
So, I was taking my cat to the vet, which is a horrible, stressful event for me. (She doesn't like it, either). And as I'm listening to the radio, they announced that George Clooney had died. I was kind of surprised, especially when they said that he was 71 years old and had invented the 7 words you don't say on TV. Seemed odd, but I figured, maybe there's another George Clooney out there who was some kind of sociologist or something.
Actually, it was George Carlin. Seems appropriate on a day when my cat lost her breakfast twice. (The performance I remember most vividly of his was a disgusting routine from The Aristocrats).
Best wishes to you, George.
2 comments:
poor cat. Our cats hate the car ride (I don't know how we'd ever take a car trip with them), but they _love_ the vet. Just another bunch of people to pet them and let them run around. They're wierd.
They love the vet!?! Your cats ARE weird. Tuesday resents the entire experience.
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