The Dangers of a Cat That Produces His Own Event Horizon We’re coming up on three years since a certain brown ball of spite walked up to me and decided “You’re cool. You’re feeding me every day until you die, capische?” It’s to the point where I’m copying the great Jeff Somers and singing to my cat: I’m still working on the lyrics, but “Paul’s Big Brown Tumor,” to the…
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