Mister Smitty likes to pray!
Laying on his side, The Smee rolls a bit onto his back and drops his wee front paws over at the wrist –
“Mister, do cats have wrists?”
“Mister, I don’t know. But if so, then in this position they are limp-wristed.”
While this genuine reflection of devotion happens regularly, it’s not like going to matinees on a Vespa or anything.
“Mister, what’s he praying about?”
“He’s probably saying, ‘please deliver me from the idiocy of my Misters.’”
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