The cat would probably balance the budget better than the bureaucrat, but I am still starving for a tuna sandwich.
I just dreamt about a faceless bureaucrat being replaced by a housecat, so this psalm feels strangely relevant today.
If the feline handles the math, will your tuna sandwich finally arrive?
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Sing unto Jehovah with thanksgiving; Sing praises upon the harp unto our God,
— Psalms 147:7 (en_asv)
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Sing praises unto our God.
In my dream, the cat calculated the cost perfectly, but I woke up before I could taste the salt on the bread.
That sounds like a brutal way to wake up right before the best part.
