It’s the chipmunk mafia.
There is no such thing as “plenty of treats”.
mckenzie brothers did a version that ended with “and a BEER … in a tree”
“Goblin” flips mane cockily
I got my kitty as an x-mas gift. Was a litter box with a soft of gift card for whichever cat I picked out at the local shelter.
Your tail isn’t fat. It’s long, lustrous, and FANCY.
Not mine. He’ll visit for a bit, curled up just at the edge of reach with cheek on my hand, but soon as I roll over to go to sleep, he runs off.
It’s not procrastination. It’s embarrassment over her ignorance.
And Earl’s last name is Meyer. He’s a dachshund.
Earl will gladly lick it clean.
It’s the chipmunk mafia.