Posted by Loulou on Sep 7, 2013 | 3 comments

(What’s that suitcase doing there? Uh, oh…) You know how when your anthros suddenly leave you alone with a kitty-sitter and you think, boy, am I going to miss those two, and then the kitty-sitter puts out some tuna (fresh caught, wild, cut into steaks, on the grill just until crisp outside and rare inside) for you to taste and then says,...