… even if I have to tear it off your wrist. So get with the program, you lazy human.
Really? You don’t have any more questions? Not even where I was the night of the robbery? Or how the stolen halibut wound up in my fridge? Or the dead zookeeper in the trunk of… but, you know, I’ve said too much already. Later!
Now the real story: This Northern Fur Seal was rehabilitated at the Island Wildlife Natural Care Centre in British Columbia and can’t seem to believe its luck at being released back to Nature.
Annie M. says it’s time for beds.
As I entered the Chamber of Ra-Thuul, the voices grew louder, more urgent. My head swam in the anguished cries of the souls of those who had come before me, hissing their warning: Turn back, doomed one. But it was too late; the orb drew me closer, probing my mind with a thousand tendrils of thought. There was no escape now. I would know its every secret, even at the cost of my own sanity…
Look at it, but don’t show it to me… You picked the… Six of Mousies!
Well, how about the Queen of Tuna? Three of Meelks? Jack of Catnip? Nine of Yarn?
This kitten’s aces with us, ShiraGal.
Teh spawtaneous diffusion of fuzz and teh absorption of orinj until equal squeelibrium is acheeved.
What color did you used to be, Cruyff? Quantum thanks, Fabian O.
Meanwhile, unwinding at the piano bar…
It’s 5 o’clock somewhere, Gabrielle V.