Last Cat On Mars Presents: Origins OR Where for Glory’s Sake Did I Come From, Delightful Panna Cotta Papa and Mama and/or Ice-Creamy Custardy Carers – #3: What With All The Climate Change

While I’m the last to approve of babies in cold places without their soft little bunny rugs, it appears that some babies thrive in such environments, even when they are wearing stolen hats that are possibly a tad too large for them. Warm, though.

It may be the case that when I was but a teeny, tiny kitten, I thought the Abominable Snowman was actually the Abdominal Snowman – a common misinterpretation, and loss of a syllable, from what I’ve heard.

But, even so, and however, and yeti I say unto you, would it not be far more enjoyable to be discussing haute cuisine and cucina culture with an expert so expert she or he was named for it? In the early days, I called it the Abdominal Identity. As time went by, it morphed into The Abdominal Supremacy, then the  Abdominal Ultimatum (it was often given to hyperbolic tendencies), and finaly, naturally, the Abdominal Legacy.

I must say that’s an awful lot of abdominal tuna under the bridge, folks.

Abominable snowmen and babies growing in a freezer

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