7 thoughts on “Sox? Nooooooooooooo”

    1. You wouldn’t say that if you’d ever met mine.

      Seriously.

      You wouldn’t dare. He’d look at you. And you’d be grateful that he’d allowed you to live. This time.

    1. No, that’s the result of a poor decision-making cycle that allowed the cat to become armed in ways that nature never intended, which you will perhaps see some Caturday when our fine host has nothing better to post.

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