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Hunting for the Great White Tuna.
Day 17, still no sign of land.
Ummm … Like, how did my water dish get so big?
“I promise I won’t kill any more rodents. Now please let me back in, Noah.”
“If I fits, I sits. On water if necessary.”
Jesus’s cat.
Jesus’s cat just done left Chicago, and he’s bound for New Orleans.
“Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with meee-ow.”