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Is he still behind me?
RUN!
I pretend to be vulture and fly instead.
That’s not a vulture. This is a vulture.
Great, Wooster with knives. At least it’s not Jeeves…
I like knives! I haz them in my foots…feets…toes!
Not looking.
Gratuitous Snugglecats Shot!
With thanks to Jonny for his chairlift.
I wrote a guest post about my new middle grade fantasy novel, Magic, Madness, and Mischief over at the YA Authors You’ve Never Heard Of blog.
There is something seriously wrong with this wine bottle.
Nevermind that, cats. What do you all think of my senior photo?
Yummy!
I’ve got my tail!
Dude, what does that have to do with the glamour shot?
I can be glamorous too! See.
That which has been seen can never be unseen.*
That’s why I try to sleep through everything.*
This is wisdom.*
Oh good, no one noticed my little bag problem.
*Guest kitties courtesy Tabby’s Catfe.
Freckles, Cecil, Deke, and Pickles and all available for adoption to good home.
Our tuxedo boys also started there.
Pssst… I’ll be reading and signing at the Har Mar Barnes and Noble in Roseville MN on Jan 25 at 6:30 PM
Little teefs!
I can’t look, teefs make me nervous.
We must never speak of this again.
Or this. We must never speak of this again, either.
Why is Wooster always involved in we must never speak of this pics?
If I told you I’d have to kill you. So, don’t speak of this again.
Capiche?
After a tough summoning, iz important for a familiar to nap.
Iz important for familiar to nap all times!
Did I hear someone say there’s a summoning?
Yep. Something, something, blah, blah, blah, ancient ebil.
You called?
Iz dis a paw I see before me, its pointy bits toward my nose?
Yes, dude, it’s your foot.
Hold me.
You think that’s bad, I think I see a…TAIL!
Not a…TAIL!
What is wrong with you guys? Tails are totally chill.
I am the ghost of xmas just past, like a couple days ago even…
Ooh, the scaritude. I am fearified. Like, totally.
It’s making me hungry.
I hides in here. No one sees me ’cause I invisible.
Iz it gone yet?
Iz okay, I killey it ded.
Whew, glad that’s over.
What do you mean you’re going to Hawaii for xmas?
I will get you for this.
How can you leave this face?
You’re not taking me with you, are you? I hate planes.
Take me with you!
I think the gray makes me look distinguished.
I think it makes you look like a doofus.
I think the monkey should never stop petting me.
I’m on the doofus train.
You might want to keep that on the down low.
Wait, I think I’ve just been insultipated!
You don’t say…
My name is Inigo Dooftoya, you…uh…prepare to die!
