CPotD #664: Tree Helper, Pt II
Nutter thought he pulled a fast one, sucking on The Tree’s branches and stopping before I took a picture. Luckily, I always take several.
Nutter thought he pulled a fast one, sucking on The Tree’s branches and stopping before I took a picture. Luckily, I always take several.
I think I’m a victim of a vast, criminal conspiracy. The cats are all determined to make me sleep my life away, just like they do.
For whatever reason, Stanley really loves my beard. Since I became a wizard, he loves it even more, because now he can really burrow into it.
Thanksgiving has come and gone, and we all know what that means: The Tree is coming out. When the tree appears, Nutter is here for it.
After a year best be described as “OH JESUS GO AAH WTF OUCH OH GOD WHAT THE F..”, we’ve hit the holidays. That means tiny hats on big dogs.
While we were on shitpost sabbatical, we flopped around the house in undignified positions. By “we,” I mean “me,” as someone else was at work.
We took a 2 week break, but now we’re back. Large and in charge? Joke go brr? Whatever, we’re back. Revel in new cute pics!
While Heather watched her Judas Priest, she got chilled and needed a blankie. Oscar has 36 senses, and 35 of them involve blanket detection.
Stanley LOVES my beard, and he lives to Catbeard me, inception style (since I already have a big bushy fuck off beard.)
15 years ago, Heather came home with a flea-infested feral kitten. Soon we realized a mound of new bullshit had been introduced to our lives.