Yeah, so, it's that time again.
BAYBEE ANIMALZ: Are You My Mommy? Edition. This one is dedicated to LLG, who likes hairy sausage dogs.
I would like to present you with prose of searing wit and intelligence, but it's the end of of a long and sleepless week and all I can tolerate right now is a baby tiger paw. Also: baby wild boars. I need one of those, STAT.
P.S. This Is My Life Now, Part II: Fauxhawk and I came home last night to a pool of cat vomit on the couch, and threw a massive hissy while Fauxhawk wordlessly removed the slip cover and tossed it into the washing machine. In the last three days alone, we've gotten up close and personal with "cat popo", vomit, a dead bird carcass, and a clothes hamper full of cat piss. If anyone would like to adopt our cats and feed them to a lion for sport, I'd be much obliged.
