“And then once it’s full you just sit down in it? On purpose? And it doesn’t melt your skin off or boil you or anything like that?”

Toulouse on the Edge, by clembore, licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
“And then once it’s full you just sit down in it? On purpose? And it doesn’t melt your skin off or boil you or anything like that?”

Toulouse on the Edge, by clembore, licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0

A9 shares a fuzzy tummy rub.
It’s time to bathe Theo, a gentle cat whose primary offensive weapon is pervasive stinkiness. After some time in the tub, he’s fresh as a flower.

My mind is a battleground whereupon the armies of Logic and Emotion wage their ceaseless campaign. Take for example the object before me. My logical mind knows it is a bar of soap, not a block of cheese. Yet my irrational hunger for cheese commands me to take a bite.

I am Critical of Soup, You, Everything, by cogdogblog, CC0 1.0 Universal (CC0 1.0)