At least we still have "if I fits, I sits" to cling onto in this crazy, mixed up world

Being a Reindeer is overrated. Lots of expectations, very little reward....but cute as a button, a scratching, hissy button.

Death is at my shoulder. The hounds of the Baskerville have learned of my whereabouts and are taking me to heaven's gates.

Grandmother's house is only filled with wolves with ill-intent.

Trip hazard? Yes. Will he attack you after you fall? Also yes. Will he swipe at you even if you don't trip? Again, yes. Misery is also his favorite movie.

He wants to watch the world burn, but the wood stove fire feels nice too.

If I die, I die for a good cause... to. feed the anger of a fluffy cat