Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for December 06, 2010

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Boomer: I can't believe you don't know what a cat is! Poncho: Well, what is it? Boomer: Only the most festering globule of rancid pestilence ever to slither across this plane of existence. A virulent, mucus-covered coagulum of loathsome putrescence, so evil, so foul, that it curdles the very soul! Poncho: And its name is "Mittens"?