Mom fed me cold fuds from the fridge today for breakfast. I got her back though. I let her think all was well because she got her coffee poured and half of her toast was eaten in here by the computer before I horked it all up. MOL MOL. Usually she just picks up the plate and she's still in the kitchen when I sound the claxton horn and hork. I waited. Heeeee.
Here I am last night. My fang tips are showing and the wee little teefs between the fangs are showing too. I was zonked out.