Cats

When he was a kitten I named him Stumpy. First trip to the vet and that woman changed his name to Jean-Luc.

Next time I took him I fixed it. Now all his records say Jean-Luc Stumpee'.

He's quite old, but still plays it up with her, stumping along on his leg like he's in pain. When she's not looking he tucks that leg under his chest and runs around the house on three legs as well as any of the others can do on four.

 

All day long today I thought it was Saturday. I didn't realize it was Sunday until after 9:00 in the evening.
That's how you know you had a good weekend.

 

If it wasn't carrying a can of food my mutants would probably just lay there and watch it.

 

Two Pa Bonns, No good's !

 

Rest in peace Kitty.