Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Singing Lessons... or, A Lesson on Singing for the Cat

Bradley doesn't like it when I sing "There Is Nothing Like a Dame" at the top of my lungs. It disturbs his nap.

"Who disturbs my slumber... slumber... slumber... slumber..."

See the similarities? You would, if I was singing at the top of my lungs!


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