His indecisiveness between whether he wants to play, run, eat, nap, cry, snuggle or nap again…. makes me think I may have actually adopted my drunken self
Archer came home with me today after a long 6 week wait for him to be big enough to decide he was too cool to still live with his mother and to move out in to a unit with a slightly indignant cat – who is trained to be a dog and is slowly plotting the death of the fellow tenant for repeatedly dressing him up in unicorn costumes…. and a ridiculously awkward 25 year old human who is yet to be properly domesticated and self sufficient.
Copyright to Bobs Burgers and their amazing rendition of “Can’t Get Enough (of my woman)” which truly captures the fact that I now have a little furball constantly attached at my feet.