It is currently 12AM, Monday morning/Sunday night, and it’s been one hell of a lousy weekend. Saturday was spent putting together furniture and fantasizing about suicide and/or homicide, and Saturday night was spent hunting down my rat faced shitbastard of a cat, Izzy, who had broken a brand new lamp.
To compound this, Katzilla, our other cat, was also being an absolute terror, and because of our two furry companions Tracy and I slept around six hours between the two of us. So for Sunday’s offering, I’ve decided to bake my kitten Izzy into a delicious pie.
Once More Into the Fridge, Dear Friends... 