No, I’m not talking about a baby. That would put me in a real dickpickle.
|Better than caviar, this.|
|This is what I wake up to in the morning.|
|Please disregard the big heap of dirty laundry in the background.|
|One of these cats is more affectionate than the other.|
UPDATE: It turned out Fatty had pneumonia, probably. Anyway, I had to trick the little fatass into eating medicine, because he will eat literally anything, including nickels, hair pins, and broken shards of pottery, but he will not eat medicine, naturally. So, he's starting to feel better now.