We just live–and serve dinner, and provide rubs–in it.
Proof the world is round:
What? You said, “Don’t get on the chair.” I’m not “on” the chair.
There’s never a bad time to touch noses.
Holy moly! So that’s what they call “canines.”
Maintain warp drive, Number Two.
A Study in Contrasts, by Tigger, Jr.
“Traction,” he calls it. I’m dubious.
Yes! He has the nap gene.
The Great Dinner Heist, Attempt 14
Terror in the Hallway, Part Two
When I make my escape, I’m taking you with me.
Resistance is futile.