Pizza

November 9th, 2006

Last night we had pizza at No. 6. This means that for several days we will have a decoy for Linus. He won’t bother us quite as much while this is around. It’s a quirky passion of his.

2 Responses to “Pizza”

  1. Dad Says:

    I think he needs a Cat Psychologist. He was obviously abused by a Pizza while a Kitten (if Linus was ever a kitten). Either that or he was traumatized by some pizza when he was mis-placed in Savanah. It might have been all he found to eat and is now turned off by the experience.

  2. ma Says:

    Looks to me like he’s really into the whole pizza experience. Would he actually lay on a real pizza if you left one in the box for him? Maybe it’s like Italian catnip…

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