From the time he was a puppy, Randolph was confused. His people fed him and took him for walks, but beyond that nothing they did made any sense. They got into boxes that moved. They talked to objects in their hands. And they never even licked themselves. So when he needed answers, Randolph had to put on his thinking cat.
I guess the little bell on the thinking cat is for when Randolph comes up with the right answer?
You guys always notice things I miss. I could probably use a thinking cat myself.
I love colormatched pets. These two cuties could be twins.
That’s the cutest thinking cap I’ve ever seen, where can I get one?
Can’t say I disagree with the thinking cat, frankly…
Oh, I’d say they’re both right.
Kitten is roughly the size of Randy’s snout. Too cute.
Don’t look at me, Randy. I talk to animals. (I *am* typing on one of those hand objects, tho. Sorry.)