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So I see this cat that I've never seen before, out in the backyard climbing into one of my wife's planting pots. It's chowing down on whatever is growing in that pile of dirt as if it's the last meal of his ninth life. Later, I ask my wife what was in that pot. "Catnip," she says. That explains the cat's kaleidescope colored fur and the way it hovered over the fence with butterfly wings.

That makes it sound like I ate the catnip, but I blame my current fever and cold for that delusion.

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Whoa. If I'd known the sick icon looked like that, I would have used it a long time ago for inappropriate reasons. I want to see a Hamster Dance-like page of that little grey boy puking to the rhythm of the congayouknowyoucan'tcontrolyourselfanylongerfeeltherhythmofthemusicgettingstronger...