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.
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.
He loves shoes.