He really doesn’t even have a name…I just call him Bird. He’s a major pain in the ass.
In the ass.
He just tore the cover on that Clutch book on the desk (which is my personal copy, thank you) and now he’s trying to eat the globe.
He thinks sitting on my head and playing with my hair while I type is fun, but God f-ing forbid I try and touch him. He screams like a girl.
Anyway – just a fun post for Thanksgiving!