Okay, so…I realize you have questions. I will attempt to answer them.
Technically he should play solids and the tabbies should play stripes.
We’re all one team.
There was, but I fixed it.
Balls can always be used to hit stuff, preferably squishy balls.
Here’s to eyes that can wash themselves.
Dog nose combo for the winning!
Alas, mantis, I hardly knew ye.
You know my eyes. Cockeyed.
But until that time, you’re stuck with me.
Following my unofficial diagnosis as cockeyed (by Army medic and greatest Poppy ever My Poppy), I am pleased to report it’s not so much the lack of optic nerve fibers as MY ENTIRE HEAD which is, well, cocked. To one side. The right side, to be exact. Now you know.
Cute owls flapping around one’s eye are preferable to a great many things!
She’s brought it back with her.
Remind me to tell you about that time my Poppy and I bought a pool table and in bringing it into the house we opened the
gate to hell basement to termites. Totally worth it.