Mr. Tibbs coughed up a hair ball and part of his lunch on the comforter...the second one this month.
We're down to the last one again. And he has the balls to sit and bitch at me!
clean my poop pod wut? balls? not me, balls? gone, thanks clean my poop pod
Honey has to take the comforters to the coin laundry to use the giant washing machine. He's not too happy about it.
Well, I think Mr. Tibbs can stay in his cat room tonight, GlendaJo.
"cat room", my hairy butt...
Mr. Tibbs spends the next two hours telling Honey and GlendaJo how he feels about things.
Jesus Christ, he just won't give up.
...cat prison more like it, lucky to have kib-blek and water let me out of here let me out of here let me out of here let me out of here let me out of here
