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Pause Ponder and Poor, Poor Pitiful Puddy Tat

What a cat-astrophe. This is what happens after one night of alley-catting. Your picture gets spread all over the internet.

And just what did some of you have to think about such despicable behaviour?

HA! That cat is having a better time than me!

Cat scratch fever much?

"I drank so much I'm catatonic!"

And our winner this week is a first-timer at Pause Ponder and Pun. She's a purty little gal from Texas. You might remember her from our 30 Days of Photos foray last month:

Everybody loves a wild pussy, but nobody takes her home to mama.

Way to go Malisa. You be hangin' with dufus. Don't get too close, though, I'm still dealing with that man cold thingy. But you're welcome to come on over and we can sit and watch what the cat dragged in. Or what I hork up every three minutes as I cough uncontrollably. Sounds like a lot of fun, no?

Thanks to all for playing. We'll see you next week...


00dozo said…
Congrats, Malisa!! You're getting good at this.

And congrats to the honourables!

Geez, dufus, looks like you've scared everyone off with your pneumonia. I hope it isn't cat-ching. ;-)
Quirkyloon said…
Oh me oh my! Congrats to Malisa and her ... never mind. HA! And thank you Sir Dufus for the honorable mention. I'll take it! *smile*

Thank you Sir!
nonamedufus said…
Ah, ha, ha, cough, couch, ah-choo.
nonamedufus said…
Yes, her entry gave me paws.

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