Fat Cat Stamp

Jimmy and I went to Fat Cat, where we went on our first date, on Sunday night.  We were sitting at the bar when I noticed the stamps they branded us with at the door (to distinguish us from the 12-year-olds whose parents are neither willing to abandon their youth nor hire a babysitter).  I told Jimmy that I liked his rabbit.  He told me it was a cat (creepy-looking, albeit)--we were at Fat Cat, after all :-P