Matt in Little Bombay, the last photo ever taken of him without indigestion.
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On my Sunday night, while restng and recovering from the weekend, I received an uninvited new visitor from a hole in my kitchen wall. Short of stature, stout of belly, and bold as hell, the guest proceded to inspect every inch of my room while I just quitely watched. After I took a trip to the bodega on the corner, I then got a
rerun of the show with the furry intruder stepping on every spot of my floor except the ones covered with newly purchased sticky traps. I’ve considered being an eccentric East Villager adopting the little guy as a pet, keeping a dish of food near his hole to reduce the scattering of droppings, but after a little more thought I’ve decided to kill him. Does anyone have a cat I could borrow for the weekend?
Matt in Little Bombay, the
Matt in Little Bombay, the last photo ever taken of him without indigestion….
On my Sunday night, while restng and recovering from the weekend, I received an uninvited new visitor from a hole in my kitchen wall. Short of stature, stout of belly, and bold as hell, the guest proceded to inspect every inch of my room while I just quitely watched. After I took a trip to the bodega on the corner, I then got a
rerun of the show with the furry intruder stepping on every spot of my floor except the ones covered with newly purchased sticky traps. I’ve considered being an eccentric East Villager adopting the little guy as a pet, keeping a dish of food near his hole to reduce the scattering of droppings, but after a little more thought I’ve decided to kill him. Does anyone have a cat I could borrow for the weekend?
