Stupid hot sauce. Too much on my eggs, now my nose is running.
Between we two cat-verts, I will admit they have a way of pulling you in with that go to hell manner. Our Sammy was a case study in that feline force that lulls devout canine lovers to the dark side. We didn’t believe in declawing, so when the girls came, we didn’t take chances and flew him to live with her parents in Orlando. He was nearing retirement anyway.
Thank you, as always, for sharing. This is in my top five. Sammy would have wanted it that way.
Well this is strange: I forgot we’re out of hot sauce.