Friday cat blogging, featuring Pablo escaping from the back door. It’s his most pressing concern now. I assure you, Merle is indeed alive and breathing.
And after Ilyka fawned over my backyard, I have to point out the noise. On this day my Bauhaus competed with my fabulous new neighbors, their crappy jock metal, the sounds of keg-induced revelry, a few motorcyclists, and did I mention the airport a skip or two away?
Slick little scoot at the end.
Freedom! Sweet, terrible freedom!
Now that we know you can make movies, we’ll be expecting alot more outta this blog!
He seems kind of unimpressed when he actually gets out. “What, I broke out for this?” And what, did he chloroform Merle so he could escape without Merle trying to stop him/begging to be taken with him?
You should put a link on your sidebar to your YouTube account page.
You both have such sexy voices! You should narrate more often.