flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
But first, SUPER MOOCH!
Why is he flying over the Seine, you ask? Because that’s the first picture I found in my Facebook albums with a good sky. Whatever, I’m sure France would be thrilled with a fluffy super cat.
Since I brought up fluffy critters, here, a sweet little kitsune and her sweet little fox friends and their sweet little human skulls,
. . . and the best possible way to wear fur. Yasssss let me cuddle a pile of sleepy foxes please.