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Testing if cats land on their feet when thrown overboard
Does this PFD make me look fat?
A “hiss” on your flotation methods.
Woman, you said this was “Swing Yoga” but it’s another trap. More Fish please!
Sorry Millie, but Im selling You off to Bobby’s Pizzas! You see, we have to pay for the Dodger now…
But, Mom! This is designed for me to float face down!!!!!
Curiosity killed the cat though for a while Liz was the suspect.
Seaman covered pussy grabbed, all sailors prepared for man overboard drill Captain.
Did you shit on my pillow?
As Mrs Slocum said on Are You Being Served, “There will have to be accommodations for my pussy!”
You’d have to publish this GIF.
https://www.google.com/search?q=mrs+slocombe+gif&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&hl=en-us&client=safari#imgrc=f4JGHZouFzO1gM:
I am feline fine honest!
Verbal, “I’m warning you Liz”.
Thought bubble, ” and I’m gonna FU-up and your going to wish you were overboard!”.
“I swear Liz, it’s Jamie’s mess in the litter box!”
I said DINGHY Liz. I’m not swimming ashore.
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OH NO! Not another CAT overboard drill!
Ding dong bell pussy in the swell.
Who put her in?
Little Lizzy thin.
Who pulled her out?
Little Jaime Stout.
What a naughty girl was that to try to drown poor Millie cat,
Who never did her any harm but chased up all the mice from Esper’s yard-arm.
Ding dong bell…pussy in the well
My boat. My rules.
“So…explain, once more, why I need a parachute on a BOAT…?”