As you can see, she pretty much destroyed it. I insisted the cats get collars after we thought Entropy got out at Thanksgiving. But neither of them have ever gotten out, and as you can see I don't think someone would be able to get our phone number off of that collar anyway.
Fine Max. You win this one. But I'm still going to come upstairs and say hi to Chad when I get home even if it means I wake you up. Blink in disgust all you want, kitty.
On an unrelated note, "The Producers" is the weirdest musical ever. Especially the TV version. Especially the pigeons.
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