And then he flops on the floor, fat and exhausted.
This is what Buick does to my laundry basket so he can roll around in my dirty socks.
dangerosive:
When he’s not crying in the kitchen or attacking my face he’s fairly adorable. And then he bit my toe. Ass.
How could such a cute little thing be so much of an asshole? I suppose the same thing could be asked of both of us.
Listen I’m just gonna chew on your foot until you get out of bed damn it.
Buick makes a statement with his food dish art. “You don’t feed me enough and you give me shitty toys.”
We sort of forgot to update for a while, we were too busy doing.. this.
He’s trying to make up for abandoning me last night.
Currently.
He loves shoes.
