If you go to the beach…
…no matter what else you do…
…no matter where else you go…
…it’s a fine, fine day.
–Thunder, Guest Contributor
I got lost–real lost. The ground below me was hard and hot and impossible to dig.
I’d almost given up when a Human saw me in the middle of what he called the “street” and placed me in a bucket.
I didn’t exactly love the bucket, but I guess it’s better than what Human Daddy says would have happened to me if I’d remained in the “street.”
Things looked up a bit when the Humans set up what Human Mommy calls my “temporary luxury suite.”
I mean, it’s okay–not exactly “luxury,” but maybe 3 stars out of 5.
The Humans have promised me an outdoor Turtle enclosure. This sounds much preferable to my 3-star suite.
In the meantime, I’ll be burrowing myself in my new substrate. (Good call on the substrate, Humans.)
I can’t wait to move to my outdoor Turtledom.
Chop, chop Humans!
–Princess Box Turtle (who thus far lacks a name and is not pleased about this)
Sometimes you have to swallow your pride and ask for help.
Help, Human Mommy! The Millenial Meowie is swallowing my dinner!
What’s that? No, I can’t politely ask her to move.
The Millenial Meowie has murder mittens!
(Thanks to Samantha Murdoch for this wonderful description of Meowie paws. Check out samanthamurdochblog.)
Living with roommates is no easy thing. For example, sometimes your roomie will want to munch on something super stinky on the couch while you’re trying to watch TV.
Eeeewww, Cosmo, really? I’d move but I was here first.
What’s the matter, Darth? Bully Sticks smell AMAZING! I’ll share it with you if you want.
–Darth Vader and Cosmo