…You crawl in my lap to get a little love, throw your paw up on my arm and start sniffing it like it’s glue. And then, when I look down to see what’s going on, I noticed that your perfectly white paw is not so much white, but more like BLOODY PINK, and then I realize that you are not the domesticated creature I thought you were. Also, thanks for leaving your murder victim in the driveway for me to run over this morning. You rock, you dirty hunter, you.
Half Baked, Twice as Good
I can't promise you much. In fact, I'm not promising you anything.
Love it! Mine politely deposits hers at the back door to make sure we all can see what a fast little attack monster she is, despite being 9 years old and a bit arthritic.