So there is this wolf ring, right? Completely useless, will always be in the way of my life, his little wolf teeth snagging things. However. Its a ring. With a wolf on it.
Im sold.
I love kids in the hall. I do think, however, that I might have been a little young watching it and I should do a re-watch of it.
Great, go me, good plan.
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Thank God It’s Furday, amirite?
I’m just gonna lean back and catch up on some episodes of Real Mousewives of New York City I have recorded on the DVR. Someone bring me a glass of Chardonnay. One ice cube.
Maine Coon thinks she is a human. Doing it right.
Come in, come in. Welcome to my blog. I will tell you a story.
A story about a cat— a simple cat’s journey from the mean streets of Philly to the Big Apple. 30 Rockefeller Center. The giant lazer. The tippity top, top. Top of the world! But more of that later. Right now, I guess what I’m trying to say is— where’s my food? I need to gorge myself and then go sit like a person for the rest of the day. Deal with it. I weigh 16 and a half pounds. This is a fact.
That hook Tuna has a tumblr now. GREAT. I can expect even more attitude from her next time I see her.