Mission log, final entry: It has been by my estimate thirty-five days since my ship veered off course, but in this void of endless darkness, day and night seem meaningless. The oxygen will be gone in two hours, and then… but wait! My ship has landed in a well-appointed living room. I can see my older self eating Fancy Feast from a crystal bowl…
My god, Sharon H. — it’s full of Qte.
What an adorable space cadet.
Sorry to break the news space cadet but that looks like you landed in an alien hostile world known as the planeta veterinarian.
That would explain a lot.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWF1glZWQa8
Cosmic Overload vs Cute Overload.
Silly Duckie. I thought it was an airport. Sorry, kitty.
Also, Duckie may be a Daisy Duck and not a Donald.
Well, that’s just ducky. 🙂
Do ducks get “fixed”? Or might you have little duckies in your future?
I’m not going to breed her. I’m not set up for babies. However, having said that, my neighbour’s male budgie seems willing to make a liar out of me, so I need to control ‘play dates’ for them, in case they become “real” dates.
This mental image has me giggling like an idiot.
You go, little guy! Follow your dreams!
Kitty looks amazed and bewildered at the same time. Found out he’s pretty famous and has his own Instagram page:
https://www.instagram.com/hosico_cat/
This picture doesn’t show it but he is FLUFFY!!!!