While the cat's away — 9 Comments

  1. Wasn’t me on the spit was it ? I was that toasted Saturday night I probably wouldn’t have noticed. “Had I been there….”

  2. “roasted an American on a spit”
    Geez! It was a fawn deer that Grandad carved USA into the side.
    By the way who was the guy in the corner weeping all night and hugging that whiskey bottle?
    I read Twentys book but I’m keeping my review to myself…..for now.

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