I wouldn't lie.
I am an honest goat.
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| The publicist REALLY needs to sweep |
A simple mousie.
I think it was the catnip that drew him in.
Uh-oh!
Sherpa is showing the mousie his claws.
This can't be good.
ATTACK!
He has that mousie in his sharp claws.
It doesn't stand a chance.
Oh the mouse-manity!
Can nothing save the mousie?
What is this?
Is Sherpa KISSING the mousie?
Or is this a taste test?
What do YOU think?
The mousie looks shocked.
Now is it being hugged?
I will never understand cats.
Sherpa meows, "talk to the paw!"
"I'll do what I want with the mousie!"
Come to me my little friend.
You are all mine.
I'll never leave you.
Ooooh, what's that?
A new toy?
What do you mean it's the publicist's camera strap - it's my new toy!
I can't believe she took it away from me.
There's nothing to do around here.
