“Deal with it, Meow Mix,” Deuce advised”
“The birds bark my name, and I meow theirs in return. I may be a bit mixed up about life, but not about love. Or maybe I mixed that up.”
“Meow, meow, meow. Meow meow. Meoow,” Boo told me, obviously having a full day and feeling I needed to be kept apprised of every second of it.”
“Meow, Meow, Motherfucker.”
“Meow, Meow, Meeeeooooow?”
“But a cock does not enter a hen… it enters a…meow-meow!”