Doods! We're going to have to owe you some better froot bats. Mine are nervous. See, EG took a walkabout the other day. For some reason, the front door didn't latch and he ranned outside. When Mom came home after work, she was down to only two Furry Kids, which really freaked her out. I'll let him fill you in on Mancat Monday. Let's just say, he's home, he's safe, he's grounded, and he's in a bad mood. And when he's in a bad mood, he always goes for the froot bats. He claims that their deliciousness cheers him up, but whatever. I'm sorry, doods. This is all I've got right now. These froot bats can't even relax. Not even for treats.
Here's my PSA for the week: Doods! Stay home!
And have a great weekend!