“There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.”
I am currently writing a post about the name of this blog, and it is a longer than I originally thought. So instead of rushing to post something I give you Sir Malcolm the Cat of Twitter fame, who warms my feed every morning with observations of his dear friend, Baby Dog.
Enjoy!
Boy, did this use to be a thing. If there was ever a time of the week I would like forward to it was Saturday mornings. I would get up around 8-ish and fix a bowl of cereal. If the pickings were slim,