The magical force field is deer netting that has waited 20 years in the shed for its big moment.
He has a certain speed at which he runs toward the house when he’s carrying a snake. I have learned to identify this and close the door just in time.
I still have the bruises, he still has no idea how bad it could have been. (Told you he’d be fine.)
Here is a haha funny comic about the most recent worst moment in my life that only lasted an hour until he was back in my arms purring on my face but is here now to serve as a cautionary tail. (He’s fine, you’ll see.)
I didn’t see it happen but I figure it went like this. (He’s fine, you’ll see.)
Inhaling cats is the best reward for everything.
…yeah, that happened.
Good to have goals.
This is not a valid recipe for poutine DO NOT COME AFTER ME IF YOU TRY THIS AND VOMIT.
The Fluffy One’s X-Men name is Fluffbutt and he is fluent in French…fries.
Back before the Internet, my main form of rainy day entertainment was MONOPOLY TOURNAMENTS. …yes, just me. Why do you ask? The Ninja Twins of course were card sharks in Vegas and The Puppy? I’m not sure but she does know how to carry around a bottle of gin.
Burning sticks in things are a weird way to celebrate eight years of Puppy time.
Hugs to the butterflies. Catnip blossoms all over the place to the butterflies.