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Lady Oblong the Destroyer, next door's cat is no longer satisfied to judge us from under our feijoa tree. Nooo. Now she's taken to actively judging from our garden path as we leave for unacceptable plebian shenanigans. She cares not for what they are. She does NOT approve. 10/10 no notes.

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Imagine you're sitting in a small Honda Jazz of geriatric nature, about to go to see the 5th, 6th and 7th theatre shows of a 20 show run at your local Fringe Festival. You know there'll be science comedy, Frankenstein and a burlesque show. You're excited. Then you look out the window and see a small fluffy grey Persian cat glaring at you like she's your maiden aunt Fanneline who's just caught you doing handstands in her garden, flashing your sparkly knickers. You know the look. It's green eyed, indignant and radiates wave upon wave of distilled outrage. This small cat looks like she's vibrating with it. She believes you're going to end up in cat hell where there are no balls of wool to chase or lazer pointers to smite. Behind the cat is far too much rampant bamboo. You don't need to know about that. The cat nor you care for its abundance. What you care about is that you have been judged. You will see this look in your dreams later. It will be disdainful. You have been warned. That is all.
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