Shaving



George's hair was gettin a little out of control these last couple of weeks. He is a lazy cat that doesn’t do much; he just lounges and watches the birds go by. So grooming himself is for surely out of the question. His naughts were absurd. He’s a 20 pound cat; his naughts were so strong that you could pick him up by them, and shake him around a couple of times and he’d still be purring like a champ. He is the goofiest and most loveable cat out of the three. He will go up to anyone and roll over on his stomach, and just start purring away. Even though he can’t speak, he sometimes reminds me that you need to relax every once and a while. He’s a good cat but his naughts just had to go. Sorry George.





Cheers!

Lounge

Damn Look At Spring






Spring's rollin around and we’re all getting stoked about it. The sun provides a happy mode, and awakening form the long ass winter. The lions are especially getting stoked about the weather. The days of catching birds, squirrels, and small dogs are coming towards the cats. Their eyes are glowing with RAGE. Their instinct of doing work has been kept inside them all winter long. All they’ve wanted to do is release it on some poor little bird. But the cold drove all the birds away. But no longer, springs on its way. And the lions know it. They’re ready for some instinctual predator domination. Any bird or animal that ventures into my backyard this spring better watch out, there’s a storm a comin. Look out.

Watch out.


Cheers!