I am a dead horse
Fannie has been known to engage in deep conversation with Imaginary Buggles and Dots of Light. But her greatest joy is kicking up her legs and sticking her tongue out at a world that doesn’t get her. Perhaps it’s because of the brain damage at birth- but I like to think it’s all part of her act.
I believe she is trying to disguise her membership in a hidden society that secretly runs the world. She has taken up residence at Cat Welfare of Central Ohio, where she plays cute. But I have captured what could be her initiation ceremony when she was admitted to the thirty-third degree just last month.
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