Darling, it’s lovely to see you. Now if you will excuse me I must attend to my Caturday duties.
In today’s episode, Simon’s cat unearths rare artifacts of the lost Frigidaire tribe.
Prancing in the Pansies
By the window, that is where I’ll be
Come prancing through the pansies with me
Oh, prancing in the garden
By the garden of the willow tree
And prance through the pansies with me
Jen L. raises the stakes: “I totally had to top your Pup-vo-lution post with my clearly far more advanced-up-the-evolutionary-ladder pup/plane/furball who goes by the name Milan. You can see how pointy noses are far superior to smooshed faces for streamlined performance. When not in flight he morphs into an extra floofy specimen of wirehair dachshund.”
Well, what do you say when you stub your toe?
Morgan S. of the fine blog The Brick House tells us, “Bowie had to get a nail removed and now has a redonkulous cast!”
I don’t think you have a tie-holder like this yet.