she is a very foxy little number. just don't let her mix any drinks unless you're ready to party to the fullest extent of the word

She has this amazing move where it looks like she's going to kick you in the testicles, but when you bend over to defend, she knees you in your suddenly exposed throat, follows you to the ground and then kneels on your adam's apple. I haven't had it happen to me yet, but I know several big guys who will never forget it. She has the REAL ULTIMATE POWER.

Meow meow English meow Kitten Mommy meow? Meow meow treats, ow meow love torture meow. Me meow, meow sister kitty meow meow sweater meow socks meow. Meow! Meow meow, security breach meow, meow high speed kitty? Meow that damn Frederico meow, meow a stuffed ferret.

Meow! Meow meow meow? Meow, meow me-meow!

I met Catherine the first day of my second year in college. I had no posters on the wall, and studied until late at night. I was set to graduate in 3 years, and I wore terrible, ugly pants. But Cat turned that all around. Soon I was wearing slightly less ugly pants, and drinking vodka with her and Kim until early in the morning. And I put up a poster of Mary Poppins with the eyes cut out. That seemed to satisfy everybody.