In the cat’s cradle airing it all out
The Altogether Splendid Funeral Of P.J. Badsocks
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit
The rooftop arrival of Lord Mustard McWhiskerpants is duly noted.
My compute. No touchie or ded.
The annual pinkification of Seattle plus, for a limited time only, a complimentary group of crows telling jokes at the water cooler
Cleared for landing
Kitten denies clawing the rug
Murderfloof: This is my moonstone egg.
The toy is mine.
Bjorn's Sleep Buddy
I am the present.
Neighborhood crows know just how much weight to put on the lever that dispenses sunflower seed meant for tiny birds