I don’t want it toasted.

No, no: It’s you.

hahahahahaha!

I starred this so hard I hurt a spring in my poor mouse. (Mouse reads weird on a post about cats.)

I bet that glove smells like donuts.

hahaha (I know though. I know.)

That’s well within your rights. I’m frustrated for you though I’m sure you’re frustrated for your own self plenty.

Nice list. While you’re up would you get me a sandwich?

You’re not alone. But we’ll have to take our talk to the tunnels below before the villagers rip us apart.

Thanks for the follow, sidepiece!