You can’t swing a cat around here without hitting a meditating robot.
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I love that kitty shape!
I don’t know who I feel worse for, the cat or the robot.
You have to be careful with those cat metaphors, though. My dad once won the Burlington Liars Club contest, in part by saying that it was once so cold in Minnesota that when he kicked the cat out, he froze his foot.
He got phone calls and letters from cat lovers all over the U.S., telling him just what kind of jerk he was for kicking a poor cat out in that kind of weather.
His other submission (and the real reason for his winning that year) was: It was so cold in Minnesota that, one evening, he sat a kettle of boiling water out to cool. It froze so fast that the ice was still steaming.
Well, I think its proper reading is
‘You’re not allowed to swing a cat around here unless you hit a meditating robot.’
Which will doubtless upset many meditating-robot lovers out there.
Cat Swinging is a lost art….gone the way of the hula hoop and lawn jarts (the ones with pointed steel tips).