Buffet E11 meets Tim(ide) the cat.
They are both so velvety soft. Ok, ok, good night one and all.
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AMAZING!!!!!
ReplyDeleteIt's so weird, my cats NEVER seemed interested in my student Bundy, but this clarinet they can't get enough of, which of course kindof frustrates, too.
ReplyDeleteI think it might be the smell of the cork grease....
But yeah, she's a beaut, no? Still waiting for it to name itself....
You're the smell of cork grease!
ReplyDeleteIt's WILDE! Oscar Wilde... ;)
lol I hope he introduced himself like that, like James Bond. "Hello, I'm Wilde. Oscar Wilde." bahahha