Sometimes it gets to me, the virtual world.
Where a smiley is not always what you are feeling deep inside
Where a 25 year old guy is not always 25 years old or maybe not even a guy
And where, when you die, they will bury you offline
Garfield and I have very ordinary lives, akin to any other fifth cat and human. We do have our differences in opinion, he loves smacking spiders, I shudder at the very thought; he enjoys troubling Odie, whereas for me, dogs are a big no-no. He proudly admits that the only thing active about him is his imagination, and that's when we hit it off. (He says he doesn't blog 'cause he prefers jabbing away on the remote. He says Hi too.)
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