I am sorry to report that my little spot of interior decorating yesterday was a gooey gloopy flop.
Judging by the look of horror on my hooman's faces when they came home, you'd have thought I had turned into Catzilla, see below.
Also, the word "squirts" was mentioned in hushed tones, as a temporary ailment I may - or may not - suffer from. Something to do with one's insides making an explosive exit out of one's body, apparently.
Judging by the look of horror on my hooman's faces when they came home, you'd have thought I had turned into Catzilla, see below.
Also, the word "squirts" was mentioned in hushed tones, as a temporary ailment I may - or may not - suffer from. Something to do with one's insides making an explosive exit out of one's body, apparently.
Catzilla from tokyoplastic on Vimeo.
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Ooh looky, a digital litter box for your brain!