Me: “Why are you wearing a tuxedo?”
Atticus: “It’s after 6, what am I, a farmer?”
I am Atticus! King and Uniter of the cardigans and the pembrokes!
Always pumped to find an Infinity Train ref in the wild!
Relieved to hear that Atticus didn’t have Incontinentia buttocks
With how costly that turd was, you should have saved it and put it on display somewhere.
Happened to us with one of our old ladies who passed a couple years ago.
She was walking around all hunched for a day or so, yowling at everything. We got lucky though, the vet used a rectal thermometer and that unclogged the pipes in quick fashion!
Hopefully not too quick!
Right on the table. Many laughs were had!
I can only imagine the relief that cat must have felt…
For a fraction of a second. That rectum had the volumetric flow rate of an oil pipeline.
Is… is that a lot?
Considering that you can stand iniside some of this pipes. Yes.
Atticus is a king.
one exception to the no kings protests
We can also excuse any dogs named Rex
Living that mega colon life
Catticus the Fabulous!
