This is Fergal. Big brother Moses doesn't know what to do with him yet, 'cept maybe try to eat him. Cousin Gary (Mmrreeowww) doesn't give a shit about either of them and remains safely ensconsed in his own little world.
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Oh, NO! You're becoming a turtle-mama! I've heard of those...
I suppose next time I'm out there, your turtlecile will be smelling of muddy worms, incomplete homework, and frightened budgie poo.
And then you will offer me nachos while wearing a "Kiss The Amphibichef" apron.
While knitting matching dickies (green with silver veining; cold weather is coming!) for the twin turts.
2 comments:
Oh, NO! You're becoming a turtle-mama! I've heard of those...
I suppose next time I'm out there, your turtlecile will be smelling of muddy worms, incomplete homework, and frightened budgie poo.
And then you will offer me nachos while wearing a "Kiss The Amphibichef" apron.
While knitting matching dickies (green with silver veining; cold weather is coming!) for the twin turts.
Oh, fuck! Oh, Jeeze!
--Llei
...And that's the Turtle Truth!
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