I don't mind claws of a certain length...
Eyes that seem to light up the night are fine, too...
Being as lithe as a cat is a nice touch at times...
But, when a woman (of any age or classification) says she wants to eat me up, I need to know EXACTLY what she means by it.
Here, as Paul Harvey said, is the rest of the story
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Pretty kitty.
I am a caged cougar now Joe.
A humble cougar. A bounceless cougar.
Is this an Urban Legend?
May be being sober is interferring with my sense of humor.
The pics are real. The story that goes along with the multiple forwards that circulate the pics are mostly bogus. Page 4 of the link explains the real history of the pics.
And don't worry, you got claws, baby. I still rec-cog-cog-nize you.
I know but the phrase "marinated in alcohol" cannot describe me anymore.
Not that I was ever described in that way...
but I could have been.
Got it now. Forward. Stupid people.
I don't think marinated has really ever applied; now, basted...
We've all gotten our whiskey tan on from time to time. Not burnt, but definitely cris-py.
As scary as it would be to have cougars on your porch, I kind of dig it. They're so beautiful. Just like you Gertie Girl.
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