Those cats look miserable. Can't blame them.
"What, are you holding two giant slabs of beef against the back of my head or something, lady?"
"Think you got it bad? I'm sitting on one of those mini cocktail weenies."
Those cats look miserable. Can't blame them.
"What, are you holding two giant slabs of beef against the back of my head or something, lady?"
"Think you got it bad? I'm sitting on one of those mini cocktail weenies."