I’m not sure what I think about this thing Starling calls Teefie-Brush Tuesday. On the one hand, she mooshed something around in my mouf, but on the other hand, I now have a pleasant beefy breaf thing going on.

In other news, I was sitting in Master Betty’s lap just trying to bathe, and he had the audacity to move slightly. When I froze with my leg in the air and stared at him pointedly, do you know what he said to me? He said, “If you can sit over here in my lap and clean your balls, can’t I at least clean my eye?” Well!

~Toby Toebeans