I'm sure at least one of my best friends would beg to differ, but I'm not a cat. I have been, and always will be (I hope) completely human. I mean, I've only got two legs, no tail, and am relatively hairless. I speak English. I have opposable thumbs. I've never even owned a cat. Yet here I am, stuck in a rut and inexplicably tied to felines. And I haven't the slightest idea why.

Well, not exactly. I know I've always liked cats, on some level. My cousin once convinced me to make catlike noises ...
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My younger brother specifically requested that I not do this, but I can't see the harm. Anyway, I doubt that anyone remotely interested in Childish Dithyrambs would care for his websites. (No offense meant, my dear Samuel.)

But I digress. You see, my brother, although I think he's far too old for this sort of thing, has rekindled his love for Club Penguin. So, for any of you out there interested, do my brother a kindness and please don't visit his brand-new, hardly developed website STICKYCPPS...
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