…Year of the WHAT??
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We're not quite sure how it happened, but Belly Timber took a year-long hiatus. Yes, it was agony. The cats sought their revenge by clawing our rugs and peeing in our shoes. Sometimes, we went days without cooking and our kitchen appeared frighteningly clean. Shameful, shameful indeed.


It gets worse, little kitty. There’s no Year of the Cat. (OK, Tiger, yeah. But you’re like, what, 8 pounds of saber-tooth jungle ferocity? Wah, I want my mommy. Not!)
The kitty insists you’re wrong and has directed me toward this Al Stewart CD at Amazon as proof.
My, but that’s a magnificent set of curb feelers you’ve got there. Console yourself with the knowledge that there are few other animals that can match a cat in that department.
All years are Year Of The Cat by default. The rest of the stuff is second billing only.
Damn you, Al Stewart! And your lisp!
You are correct, Mrs D and Kaga.
Gigolo Kitty is also correct. B’gina is correct too; what the heck.
I think, in the end, no matter what we humans say, the cat is always right.