I'm forced to do this. Write that Moxie! Whenever our dealer goes to the gym Moxie wakes me and helps with the computer though I don't really need it.
//---- Yeah sure - Moxie
Hey! What'd you just type? I didn't tell you to type that. What does that say? Tell me. Tell me now. I'll find out. I've got enablers who'll turn you in for a dime bag full of litter. If I can find one around here.
Alistair N. writes: "My Darling Cooper, I am a hopeless romantic. Every morning the barista at my favorite coffee shop sends me personal messages in the foam caps of my lattes, and I can not for the life of me read the signals. Near Halloween, my latte arrives with a toothy pumpkin swirled into its foam head. When hanukkah arrives, my swirls turn to the billowing golden caps of challah bread. Near to Christmas day, my latte appears table side adorned with frothy snowmen, christmas trees and when I'm lucky, the body of Christ, nails and all, hanging from a dark espresso cross. Even president's day isn't left off the calendar, when I swear I see Nixon staring back at me. Could be Ford. I can't be certain. Anyway...
It is about the regular days that I write you... On regular days I receive the sweetest, most personal message swirled into my foam: a simple expression of love: the human heart.
Does my Barista love me or is it a passing crush?
- Alistair N. (the guy across the street who notices when you vacuum late at night)"
Cooper responds: Dear Alistair, I don't vacuum but thanks for thinking of me if I did. My humans take care of the vacuuming for me and Moxie (I just hang out at a safe distance and watch). About your question... Did you find true love in your mug of joe? The answer you seek is within:
Okay, how about a joke: A lion walks into an AA meeting, walks up to the bar and he says to the bartender, uhm, he said something... wait, is the joke already over?
Oh, cause the... oh, that's funny. THAT's funny. Cause why would the bartender even be at an AA meeting where no one appreciates his talents?
Sober people are terrible tippers. There's no margins on ginger ale.
Hi I'm Cooper and I dig litter. Aside from that, I'm a mixed pointed Tonkinese rescue kitty - well, cat now. More lion than anything. You might notice the resemblance?
