Last night I woke in the middle of the night, and I had Sugarbutt draped over my head, Tom Cullen perched on my hip, Mister Boogers curled up behind my knees, and Miz Poo curled up in the small of my back. I guess it’s a good thing that Fred and I sleep in separate beds; there’s no room for him in mine!
Nicknames we’ve given Sugarbutt lately: “Shoogie” (to rhyme with “Boogie”, which is what we call Mister Boogers sometimes), and “Doo McGillicuddy”. Don’t ask.
Also, we’ve referred to Mister Boogers as “Boogerbutt” more than once recently.
Well, well, well. Look who’s a big tough talker, but when the rubber meets the road and a little orange kitten gets to smackin’, guess who backs right down?
Smackdown in action.
One should always stretch well after a smackdown is completed.
Well, really. What better place to take a bath?