For the past 30 mins a rogue fly has been doing low passes and major trash talking over Thumb’s head. Hes been keeping a tough face, mewing, “Try that again, ill bitch slap you into next week!”
But the fly simply keeps on buzzing, just out of reach, “Buzz. Just try to touch me! I dare you! BuzzBuzzBuzz..”
The kindly Mr. And Mrs. Hoskins had been being hassled by the local Mouse Pack Gang. After trying every Cheese in the fridge, it seemed it was time to call in This Guy.
He had a known history of bringing in some real Snakes, and for never laying a paw on any Bird. 24 hrs on the job and things had already begun to shape up. The first night on the job he had to rough up one of there members, but the local Tea Towel swooped in to clean him up. The Mouse Pack Gang knew he meant business. Mr. And Mrs. Hoskins thanked him with lavish meals, “all in a cat’s work,” he mewed. But just to be safe, he figured hed stick around a few more days, just to be sure.
His name is, Thumbert *cue heroic music*
The lesson has been learned World. The one time I unthinkingly decide to wear this shirt to work (at the local Psych unit) we happen to have admitted a woman. Very little was reported to us about her, or why she was there, except that… a Cat was involved..
Stick to the wordless shirts..
Im honestly terrified of the day I accidentally wear this shirt to work..
Ma Vie en Rose 