Friday, January 10, 2014

The Belly of the Monster

Whenever I am picked up, cooed at, petted, and directed towards the garage door, I know that something's up. Either they're going to take me to get poked in undesirable places, or my precious, wooly coat is going to be stolen by monsters. 

I knew for a fact that it wouldn't end well, but...

Man, do I look snazzy.


  1. Well, getting your furs stolen isn't as bad as being poked in places you don't wanna be. And you do look good. :)


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