The last light of the evening came streaming into my office, reminding me I’d gone another day without a client. Lean times like these, you’ll take any job you can get. Finding a priceless jingle toy lost under the sofa. Catching a human feeding another cat on the side. Or maybe somebody needs somebody else whapped. All the same to me.
2025-03_P6A3539 Sasha, by donalols, licensed under CC BY 4.0
All he’s missing is the fedora!
Kk, this is my favourite one of the year.
I’ve got a few people he could whap…
Get in line….😆
I adore the headline! And I’ll hire you to find which dasterdly doggo has been leaving their poop in my yard.
I’m sure you know this, really, but it’s the hoomin who is dastardly. Doggos gonna doo-doo what doggos do. Hoomins are supposed to do the pick-up. I hope Sam Spayed helps you with that.
I totally agree, their humans are derelict in their dooty duty. And as an added bonus, when he finds out who, he can whap away!
I would like to hear more about Sam Spayed’s cases. Cat noir is one of my fave genres.