He snuggles with Matisse now. Kinda odd. Old age and hyperthyroidism apparently makes a mean cat chill.
I need to be, like, your Black Panther or someone else super cool. You guys got my number, yo.
I hate to be graphic, but it’s truth-telling time. Matisse has an issue with peeing on my bed. Thankfully, chemists have been hard at work to figure out a way to remove cat urine smells from dog beds, and breakthrough technology allows me to report that I can sleep in my fluffy bed without getting au de cat all over me. Thank you science!
For those that say I should retaliate, there’s literally nothing I could pee on that he cares about. Plus, I’m a gentleman, yo.
Honey Pug don’t care… am I too late to the party on this one? #ltp
This website needed an update, so I made it happen. Ok, I have people to make it happen. Now, when I tweet it’ll show up here too so it looks like I’m blogging more.
So, there’s that. Welcome back, yo!