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Originally Posted by nekokami
I think I met Prometheus, actually. He was going under the name of Sampson at the time. He lived with some good friends of ours in upper New York State. About once a year we'd get together with them and bring out some lobster and they'd provide steak. He was the only cat there who was completely uninterested in the lobbies-- he wanted broiled cow. We used to joke that he was the Mafia hit-man of the cat neighborhood.
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yep. i believe it.
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Originally Posted by Taylor514ce
Uncanny. I can see "my" Samson killing a cow, felling it with a running tackle. Of course, I never actually saw him run. He had three speeds: 1) immobile 2) saunter 3) one of those cartoon blurs with the odd paw and dog parts here and there appearing in freeze frame.
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yes, very apt description. you've such a way with words...