Find yourself someone who loves you the way Pickle loves his pickle kick-toy.

This is not my gray cat. It’s my black cat. 🤦‍♀️

Made it across Vail Pass to get to this tonight with the violin-playing boy-child. Bucket list!

These three would definitely like to speak to the manager about how cold it is in the morning when they want to go outside.

Not sure what Count Rugen was fussing about. 50 doesn’t seem so bad. :)

Pay attention to ME. And stop that terrible noise.