Farmer’s marketand a bunch of other stuff, then I have to go shopping for clothes, something I detest more than root canals. At any rate, TattooSydney sent this along- a little story he wrote:

The fat man, the fat cat and the barky dog.
There once was a fat man, who lived with a fat cat and a barky dog.
Well, the man said he was fat, and because many of the man’s friends had never seen him, they all had to take him at his word about that (and about the naked mopping).
They had seen photos of the cat. It was indeed fat – a big white ball with orange ears, an orange tail and an appetite. It had a special talent for contemptuous glances.
They had seen photos of the dog. It was indeed barky – a sweet and tiny orange thing, perched on the edge of the couch to repel any bird who came near. It had a special talent for barking.
The fat cat and the barky dog weren’t sure what the fat man’s special talent was. He spent a lot of time staring out the window. It was true they all – man, cat, dog – spent a lot of time staring out the window. There were all sorts of exciting things out the window to bark at, or to subject to a disdainful sneer.
However, the cat and the dog did feel that the man was wasting a lot of time, which he could use for, respectively, feeding and walking them, just staring out the window.
Humans were strange.
Although I guess now it is barky dogs.
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