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The words "Elizabethan," "collar," and "midnight" usually evoke a different meaning to most people than this:
The Dairy Queen's poor cat Midnight! She has an ear isssue and has to wear this horrible-yet-amusing-looking plastic funnel when her owner is out. I gotta say, though...besides pets in outfits, nothing raises my mood more than a good old Elizabethan (pet) collar photograph.
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She had it coming. Sleeping with all those shady men. It was only a matter of time before she got a VD. But did she have to get it on her ear?
Posted by: prurient | Saturday, 26 May 2007 at 06:31 AM
she's miraculously a very good sport about it all. no meowing about it either... despite the fact that she keeps clipping the corners of doorways with it.
Posted by: dairy queen | Wednesday, 23 May 2007 at 12:53 PM