There’s something wrong with what we feed our cats. It isn’t secretly added or hidden from the ingredients. It’s right there on the label staring us in the face, but apparently we never see it.
This week two f**king poems about cats; next week one poem about Two Cats F**king.
Recently the BBC reported an elderly woman had to be rescued from a burning mobile home after it had been set on fire by blow torches being used to remove spiders from its underside.
A bit excessive, perhaps?
I once worked in pest control. While people calling us out and paying through the nose to have a casual spider removed was pretty much unheard of, they were something in our text book of how-to-deal-withs. Continue reading
Facebook is a Flipping Pest.
Anytime I check my page, it bugs me to post something without the slightest care, concern or regard for whether I actually have anything worth saying. Continue reading