#toebeanth

[ninadog]

Oh brother. How do I alwayth get mythelf into exathperating predicamenth? “My sister’s cat Franklin (or Franklin D. Roosevelt when he’s in trouble) was enjoying the spoils of some shoe shopping when he got wedged belly up in a box and decided to just hang out that way for a while. I even put his favorite mouse on his belly and he said, “Nah, I’m good”.” -Susan G.