As the remaining decorations were put away, Vixen clung to Edward one last time. “My darling,” she whispered tenderly, “If… if we should never see each other, promise me you’ll learn to love again. I just couldn’t bear it if you… if you were…”
“Don’t speak, my love,” he replied softly. “We’ll always have Christmas.”
Via Pixabay.
Oh, Romeow!
I want to comment but I haven’t got the slightest idea of what to say. This is so funny and tender and inappropriate and the cat looks like he’s gonna leave something in both of the owner’s shoes.
I had the same reaction!
So I went for the obvious Shakespeare joke.
That’s what I thought, too (see my reply to Faye below).
Then I tilted my head to the right (in a slight hoomin baroo), and suddenly kitty seemed more wistful than Plotting Destruction. So now I don’t know.
Somebody shopped out the laser beams the cat is emitting from its eyes.
Nailed it!