Kari Hartwick

I'm fine with snakes until the word venomous happens. Then it's a big fat nope!

I'm his fluffy pillow.

Okay, Hobbes, I'll just sleep on the couch tonight.

Well, when I'm handing out cat treats, I have to literally throw a handful of them into the cat room so they spread out all over for Odin to chase. If I don't, he inhales his and then eats all of the others' treats. He will also grab food off my plate and out of my hand. Does that count as hunting?

At the rate prices are going, I may start requiring my cats to go out and hunt for themselves. The dogs are worthless. Although, I'm guessing most of my cats would probably starve if they had to fend for themselves.

On the plus side, you didn't drink it. Although, we can all use a little more protein.

It's really me, purple hair and all. What other 60-year-old nerd do you know who would walk around with hair like this? 🤣