"To nap, or not to nap, that is the question. Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the squirt guns and yip dogs of outrageous fortune; or to take up paws against a see of rocking chairs, and by opposing them, to end them.UPDATE: Looks like LawDog and I shared in our poetic victory
To purr, to sleep -- and by a sleep to say we end the string chase, and the thousand natural static shocks our fur is heir to. Tis a scratching devoutly to be wished.
To nap, to sleep, perhance to dream... aye, theres the belly rub. For in that overfed sleep in a sunny warm place, what dreams of chasing dust motes may come"
Saturday, December 02, 2006
What Dreams May Come
Cowboy Blob is having another caption contest this weekend. I was planning on doing a riff on the St. Crispins day speech, but Law Dog beat me to it, so here's my shot.