The Lucrative Business of Catching Lazer Dots

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Now THIS Is Art

It's not often that I come across something of such rare beauty that I am left textless, but this, my friends . . . this is one of those things that wraps my soul in a warm blanket and brings tears of joy to my eyes. Especially the third one down.

 

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The Newest Member Of The Lojo Family

My kitties are getting older, and while their once subtle, yet unique characteristics have ripened into endearing personalities--

Sophie, the mischievous, happy go lucky cutie-fart (who, I may add, recently got her own Facebook account),

And Snorticus Maximus, the innocently confused, doe eyed, power meower (from hell)--

They simply don't need me like they used to.

Well, except every two hours when they need their tear-ductless eyes wiped. Or cling-ons clipped off their bottoms. Or their yummies mashed up with a fork. Or they need to be rescued from some crevice in my condo. Or they need barf cleaned off their faces. Or they need to be groomed. Or they need cuddles at bed time. Or toys thrown for them (and fetched, as well). Oh yeah, and my undivided attention every time my rear end makes contact with the toilet seat.

But besides that, the mother in me has lost my purpose.

I tried taking up a new hobby, and I really do enjoy listening to my police scanner for hours on end, receiving real time updates on local overdoses, wife beatings, and elderly women suffering from "general malaise and severe diarrhea". But it wasn't enough. So I did what any die hard, still in her prime mother would do.

I decided to expand the family.

And so I introduce to you . . . .

Sir Choda

The ugliest, although most awesome Peru Apple Snail to ever hit foot, no, I mean slime pad in western Canada.

Choda is currently weighing in at 25lbs-- I'm kidding-- but he is massive, and intimidating, and the perfect creature to play a villainous character in a so-horrible-it's-awesome B movie. You'll all be thrilled to hear that he's thriving and doing well. Did I mention that his breathing tube looks like an elephant snout? Or an uncircumcised phallus?

I am glowing.

Kittyology

Kitty Tribute. Because All Kitties are Babies of the Lord.

I drew this in tribute of Bearface, and all the other kitties lost in the struggle.

R.I.P Baby Bearface.

In somewhat related news. . .

My co-worker brought something to my attention via Skynet Google and I meant to share it last week, or at least send the link to my Mom and Jacquie, but I became too preoccupied with my premenstrual mood swing explicit slump of masturbatory self loathing and forgot.

And so I introduce to you. . .

The Caboodle Ranch.

Also known as, Where I Want to Go When I Die.

Craig Grant = AWESOME DUDE

Click the link to visit The Caboodle Ranch's official website. And click here if you'd like to check out the spectacular merchandise they offer. More specifically, the fur baby shirt I will be purchasing.