[celtic gal]

Well yes, that cat was a big cat...he was a South Carolina Swamp Cat...nice kitty with impecable taste...he chose to live with me after all....

What he would do is sniff the guy and if he didn't like him he would hop up on his lap and bat him a good one..didn't draw blood of course, but the cat was always right.

[operation clinton cleanup]

What he would do is sniff the guy and if he didn't like him he would hop up on his lap and bat him a good one

So when he met your future husband, did he fetch his slippers and bring him the paper?