I wear my cat like a purring fur coat. Love is such a warm feeling, no?

I let the feeling wash over me, and then I dried off with a fur coat and went for a walk on my unicycle.

Love is a cat wearing a fur coat in a sauna in the middle of the Sahara Desert at noon. Trust me, I speak from personal experience.

Killing an animal to make a coat is sin. It wasn’t meant to be, and we have no right to do it. A woman gains status when she refuses to see anything killed to be...

My fur coat doesn’t need to be dry cleaned, because it’s self-cleaning. It’s constantly licking its fur to keep itself clean. Beats walking through a car wash, like I used to do when I worked...