Sometimes, I act like a dog. Sometimes, I act like a cat. And sometimes, I act like a goose.

Sometimes, I act like a dog. Sometimes, I act like a cat. And sometimes, I act like a goose.

Today, with my superior magical powers, I was able to move my tray out of my locked cage — while I was still in it!

I bled on the floor a little.
This is what my daddy -- a Red Sox fan -- has subjected me to:

I don’t know where he got all those red socks, but I don’t like them!

Resting on my Momma in 2004.

Me and my sister, Not Ginger. Kinda like Was Not Was.

Grrr!
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