Buddy, we could be besties. You could be my brother from another mother.

Beautiful poem and beautiful thoughts.

Mai Momb is jellus. Wei habbent had rane in weks an weks. Wei habb water rools butt Momb stil fils uor dish.

🙀 the horror.

Habbe wiskas wensday, frens.

Lukkin gud wid dose grate wiskas.

Gud mornin Oggie!

😹😹😹

Dey is purrfect in ebbery wai.

That sounds like my neighborhood. It’s almost deafening some days.

A long, long time ago we had a cat named Pooh. She had the worst farts ever. Who knew a cat that small could produce adult sized farts.

Wednesday morning #hedgewatch friends!

Tanks, fren.

Thots ar wid yuo for a pawsitive result.

😹😹😹

Wawter bole es dertee.

One of so many problems of living in a Red state.

Tongue and toes, courtesy of Leo the Evil, king of our house.

Mai Momb livs ware deres no hooman katnip. 😿

Mai gosche! Ai’d luv to hav a tuch fawcet. En da bafrum , ai ken tern da fawcet on en ovv meiself wif mai big butt.

Da waater drips a lott. Gud fer thurstee cates.

Does he know the passcode?

Yuo kant reatern en bagg. Funcken Amazon sais yuo need to fine a bocks.

Yuo stae saffe, fren.

Did is da bess strechie evah!!!

Mine as well.

It looks like Iggy and Ella must adapt well to being in the caravan.

Those black beans show off against your white fur, Izzy!

Eggsacktly.

Ai tink ai’m en twoubel fer plyin en da seenk. Momb jest said wot da funct ar yuo doin’ Fluffy?