And this is a portrait of my great-great-great (etc.) grand-uncle Parleur le Bec, a Parisian noble in the court of Louis XVI who was captured by revolutionaries and made to reveal state secrets. It’s said that it didn’t take much to convince him to talk.
Let them eat birdseed, John B. (The painting appears to be a portrait of Prince Viktor Kochubey, by the way.)
I have some good news and some bad news, Mrs. Glomp. The good news is that the facial reconstruction surgery was a complete success, and your pets are expected to make a full recovery. As for the bad news, there was a bit of a clerical error…
I always wanted a dat and cog, Sharon H.
I found it in a bank with lots of nice people who cheered and yelled and rang bells and followed me as I ran down the sidewalk really fast!
Cute Dog with Money, by ota_photos, licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0
Left for dead by bandits who killed his parents, a poor orphaned boy was adopted by feral cats and raised as one of them. Today he commands a mighty feline army that fights a never-ending struggle against the forces of injustice. Wherever there is evil… whenever an oppressed voice cries out in the darkness… wherever field mice scamper freely… there you will find — THE CATMAN!
