I just want you to understand this is nothing personal. I’m a fearsome ravenous predator and eating helpless things is what I do to survive. I will get no pleasure from sinking my fangs into your moist, succulent hearty beef stew ‘n gravy flesh.
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Oh no. Not the stew. I’m terrified.
I’ve never been more terrified, what a fearsome beast!!
The whiskers! EEEEK! Run away, run away!
Never mind the fangs, those whiskers could tickle anything to death!
Someone haz a fierce. And it’s adorable!
Scawy!
“No pleasure” my ascot!
Those are some seriously scary teeth! (snicker)