Friday, January 12, 2007

My Fortune Cookie told me:
It is time to open your dream boxes.
Get a cookie from Miss Fortune

6 comments:

Toffee K. Ripple Fuzzypants & Feline American Angels said...

Are your "dream boxes" full of Temptations®?
DMM

Lux said...

Dream boxes sound mysterious and intriguing! I'd like to give *my fortune to someone else:

"Your reasoning is excellent -- it's only your basic assumptions that are wrong."

Hmpf!

Around Your Wrist said...

Lux, I think your fortune must belong to someone else! You certainly deserve something much better than that.

I'm not sure what's in the dream boxes. Since mama's got a long weekend at home, I'll use her opposable thumbs to untie the ribbons...

Suzanne

mister jeter harris, hizself said...

hmmm ...
"do not put your wellington boots in the refrigerator--the fairy cake is raging."
1--i do not hav wellington boots
2--wutz a fairy cake?
3--why would a fairy cake be ragin?
i'm laffin an laffin!

suzanne ... i hav sum kweschunz abowt "under da bed" since dat'z ware mi noo brudder matsui seemz to be spendin hiz entire life.

Anonymous said...

it's furry nice to meet you. thanks for stopping by! I just checked out my fortune and it said this:
"You have been selected for a secret mission. You will be hearing from us again."
I sure hope it has something to do with fev-vers.
Grr

Mr. Hendrix said...

Hi! I saw you over at Grr, Midnight and Cocoa's and thought I'd say hi. My fortune is stinky but true "Your wounds are strangely shaped."
I am a former feral and have a tear on my ear. It makes mommy sad.
How tiny are you? Mommy calls me a "pigmy" because I look a little stunted (especially my tail) but I weigh in a whopping 12.9 lbs. I'm 4 years old.
I added you to my linky if that is OK