Giver of Greenies swears it is only a suitcase. But it looks like one of those "shop of horror" transport units. You DO know what the "shop of horrors" is don't you??? (I can't even say the word so I have to spell it... V-E-T...)
All I know is, whenever I see one of these things with handles, I think loneliness and not nice things. And a stinky room full of canine breath and Other Animal's Pee. It is not HOME. I like HOME. A lot.
Giver of Greenies made some comment during a phone call about "annual physical" but I don't think it was for her or one of the String Pullers, or for Bearded Scritcher. This concerns me.
I have to go sharpen my claws, just in case...
Tiria
The Shadow Princess
Tuesday, March 27, 2007 12:27 PM
We doesn't like them
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For once, I agree with you. Once I got in my Daddy's ootcase-say and sat there looking at him with sad eyes. He took me out then, but I left him some fur to remember me by. Just to mention it, you stole my humans. Next time you come downstairs to use the litter box, I think I'll growl at you.
~Polgara~
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