When a cat is dropped, it always lands on its feet, and when toast is dropped, it always lands with the buttered side facing down. I propose to strap buttered toast to the back of a cat; the two will hover, spinning inches above the ground. With a giant buttered cat array, a high-speed monorail could easily link New York with Chicago.
I'd ride that train.
2 comments:
me too! hahaha
I totally dropped my open faced PB and honey sandwhich on the floor yesterday, no cat to strap it too, but a dog who loves PB to clean it up!
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