A Blizzard Named Franzi and Another One Named Doris
We are supposed to hole up this week around here, to not go outside risking life and limb in the howling arctic winds. But Bye-Bye Nesquik is running low on wet cat food, not to mention that her mullet needs a trim, bad.In fact, the winds just started up. They make the house crackle and the kitten dash from room to room, her eyes all [...]