My sister’s cat Tutt begging for attention from my friend Britt. I like to call him Jabba the Tutt, although you can’t see it well, he is exceptionally fat and likes to lounge around like one of DiCaprio’s French girls.
The weird breathing is our dog Lou.
Can you tell I’m excited?
My skates for derby came in…along with my awesomely shiny purple helmet.
I can’t wait to break them in…though my feet may disagree. TOO BAD!

This is my happy face…in cat form…meow!
got all flipped around.
Then I tried to fix it but they just got confused and twisted.
I have no idea what kind of sleep cycle I am on.
Maybe I’m polyphasic now.
I wonder if this means I can finally reach my childhood dream of being a cat when I grow up?
Yes.