Mom went to the Triangle Tweet Up and all she got me was this lousy dinosaur. Thanks a lot, Bronto.
Proof
You didn’t need proof to know I’m scrubilicious.
Here it is, anyway.
St. Scrubbinz Day!
St. Patrick’s Day is a national holiday for ginger kitties like me.
For some reason, my leprechaun Moms thought these hats would be a hoot.
Kiss my blarney stone.
Litter Box, Outsourcing, and India
Mom told me that she’s done managing my litter box because I’m not paying her a living wage. I sent a note out on Twitter that said, “I writing an RFPee on outsourcing my litter box duties. Mom says she is done scooping.”
PreetChandhoke responded, “Interested in outsourcing to India? DM me for more details!”
This is why I love the internets, yo.
Rafters Break
Scrubby sighting: living room!
Baby, I’m Your Valentine
Look at my Valentine’s Day bow tie.
Dad thinks it’s lame, but my Moms said, “You look like fuzzy Chippendales dancer.”
Whatever, dudes. I know how to rock this look.
