Not tonight Josephine.....or any of your friends either.

If you came here expecting a whimsical and life affirming post by a happy fat waiter then sorry, not today.

If you came here hoping to laugh along at the crazy japes and scrapes of the writer of this blog, then again, I'm sorry, no dice.

Instead I offer you a cat, not just any cat, but the cat that knows.

The cat that knows
it's a cat and it knows....
....stuff

What does the cat that knows know?
It knows everything you did last night.



And it judges you harshly.

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I'm too tired/grumpy/a little touch angry to write folks, two twelve hour shifts in a row and I'm fooked.
If I was a race horse they would probably put me down.

I wouldn't complain either.