Nothing is sacred, except possibly the Meowies, who refer to themselves as Gods and have Murder Mittens they don’t hesitate to deploy on delicate Canine noses.
I guess I’ll just have to wait patiently.
Oh, good! Finnegan has gone out to practice ornithology.
My bed is mine again for now.
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Enjoy it while it lasts.
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Oh, I will! The Meowies are capricious. Woofs and Wags, Sunny