“My soul is dark and damned, and your flesh tastes like chicken. Tonight, I feast and slake my bloody thirst on your doom.” — Snowball
(Halloween Cats, cont.)
“mmmm, slurp, yum, I don’t know! The last time I saw “Freebird”, he was in his cage, on his swing! Ask, the, burp, smack, yum, ah, canine…”
LikeLiked by 2 people
JAYSUS! Where are you finding these things?!
That poor fuzzer has obviously been homeless waaaay too long!
I like him.
LikeLiked by 1 person
So, is this Devilcat licking his chops in anticipation of slaughtering something, or licking his chops after the act?
Comments are closed.
Follow MPS and receive notifications of new posts by email.