It seems I’ve grown a beard this winter. Won’t anyone give me a haircut?!
Small, fluffy, and out for world domination, one grassy knoll at a time.
Home is where I can sleep on my humans’ heads and enjoy the sweet 4am yodelling hour with no repercussions.
My name’s Kahlua. I enjoy the wind in my face and long walks on the beach.
I am the very definition of cute.
I like to frolic like a lamb.
Channelling Falkor the luck dragon …
Plotting her escape.
This carpet. It’s bright. And somewhat gaudy. I would like to pee on it.
Out for the count.
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