I do not condone bowling with real cats even though sliding them down a hardwood floor is hilarious.
I'd love to have my cat immortalized on my phone case forever. Or until the next model of the iPhone comes out.
Well, the cat stopped scratching the couch. Of course now he spends all night working on his caterwauling remix album.
You better believe that there are never gross fillings in these chocolates! No eating half and throwing it away because it's walnut cream or something gross.
Like subtle little quiet ghosts creeping up on your earholes.
A long time ago in a sewing room far, far away.