So that sound like a motorcycle that just freaked me out in my own living room? It was Willow, a housecat, growling at something in her sleep atop the cat tree.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
So that sound like a motorcycle that just freaked me out in my own living room? It was Willow, a housecat, growling at something in her sleep atop the cat tree.