Well, I get to see you "fur real" each and every day, all day, so a picture of you really isn't necessary.
I think you should put up my picture, it would make me happy.
I'll give it some thought . . .
Well, I get to see you "fur real" each and every day, all day, so a picture of you really isn't necessary.
I'll give it some thought . . .
This doesn't look right. It didn't feel right when I put a paw to it. It didn't smell right. It didn't taste right!
Is this my nip nanner?
I know why we say SUNDAY, because that's the day of the week that today is. But I don't know why we're calling these SELFIES? I'm not really taking a photo of mySELF.
Case in point: Some hazy sunbeams were coming in the window this morning (a SUNDAY) and I curled up to nap on this chair tucked under the table. My foolish (and old, like bazillions old) human got on her knees -- under the table, to take these SELFIES! Not of herSELF, but of meSELF! She said, "oh, they'll be so adorable".
[I hope you think they're adorable, cause it took forever for her to get up off her snapcracklepop knees.]