What a minute.
Come in FBI, CIA, and NSA...must feed the cats.
That is code for something really big.
REALLY BIG.
It might be Mixed Grill or Pacific Salmon.
Holy Cow. Call in the Crypto Deciphering Group from Yale.
There's no tuna. This can't be about real cats...this is about national security.
Arrest Rooster Redux. But watch out. He is armed to the hilt.
And his cats have claws.
Don’t sell yourself short. Roosters can be violent.
HA!
They knocked on my door and Jehovah’s Witness came to mind.
It was the FBI wanting me to talk to.
OK, I’m in my shorts and ask them inside, they decline.
They ask me about stuff that I have nothing to do with.
I do recall that this “stuff” was discussed on FR.
I give them whatever I have and they have never been back.
This was Obama’s FBI.
Just give them G men a steely eyed stare and say “whatever you do, do not say ‘fancy feast’ in front of the cats. I’ve said too much already”. And then look furtively through the blinds.
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