Strange though unique in circumstance outdoors, cat walking Maru in the snow scenery is comfortable for time and speed. Surprise, and then, relaxation.
The cat hits the drum regardless of intention.
Cat purrs like he gonna spit poison at Newman.
It’s that time, oh oh oh, for a watermelon—oh—recline.
Ay ay ay! It’s Señor Week at Gawker Media before our acquisition to a yet-unknown buyer, and we’re going all out to publish ideas that might otherwise be too caliente! Check out this cool gato relaxing to some soothing tunes while donning a sombrero!
I’m not really sure what’s going on here. Can you train a cat to do that? Is it tied down somehow? There is a strand of string around the cat’s neck; I guess, with the right chemistry, that’s all it takes.
You may heard pray tell Zip Davies has the cash in hand to buy out the joint, chapter 11 of the book has been reached, and it’s true. But is that the last chapter? No, eleven is not even a big number to be honest here, and I want to be honest and direct, with you, the reader. Through thick and thin. The mission as we…