Bronze, take notes: "Salmon loins . . . tuna flakes. . . " :D
And what did the Scruffmeister get? :pop:
And then he came right back home, his NEW home, just like the clever old good boy he is, right? :)
Scruffy's turning into the Grey Hulk! :wub::wub::wub:
I so need to smooch that Scruffy face . . . :hubba::hubba::hubba:
Thank you for that Scruffygram, David. I needed it tonight.
My niece, who was just four year younger than I, who was more like a kid sister to...
Bronze is a tough taskmaster! :D
Um . . . is he super shy about strangers . . . or are you keeping him a secret? :p
Yay Mr. Whiskers!!
Bronze, that means you have his Official Seal of Approval as his new human! :thumbs:
Hey David, how was dinner at your sister's?
Does your son like Scruffy, and vice-versa? :)
A "certain occupant"?? Shame on Mr. Whiskers -- you gotta let that cat outta the house, Bronze! :sneaky:
He's not hefty, he's fluffy!! :D
Wouldn't you, if you were a cat? :p
After all, he IS just a growing boy! :)
(Damn, he must love his new life . . . sure beats that crappy cold...
Scruffy Cheesecake (beefcake?) pose!!:hubba::hubba::hubba:
He will, Bronze. I'm sure of it.:)
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