Still Goddamn Cold Out

Maine Coon the Hunter by Maunz

Snarfing pizza bones, nursing my sick Maine Coon who is less wooly and of more pleasant disposition than the above specimen. Even when he has a thermometer crammed inside one of his most sensitive spots. And he had to have his nailed trimmed which means he can’t hold his own against the other two. I’ll add a couple of short prose forms exercises when I have a moment.

2 Comments »

  1. Jamie says:

    This is my most popular page by an order of magnitude (now that MFA season is drying up and dying down). Leave a message or I’ll sic the coon on you.

  2. Yousef says:

    I find your categorical assumptions about cats quite dismaying.

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