Rob: “Sic ’im, Satchel”
The NASTY CAT has been declawed!
Bucky is so dumb, he’ll smack the only person in the apartment who knows how to use a can opener.
Plucky Bucky may find himself unlucky when Rob’s no longer so ducky!
Time to put Bucky into the adoption shelter!
Bucky does not need a vocabulary builder. He needs a sanity builder.
Oh oh. Shirt just got real.
Pinkish needs a cat… bat “POW”
And this is the part, little kitty, where I flush your head down the toilet.
Time for the Siamese squeeze!
What rhymes with euthanasia?
The cat’s bats. Bat the cat. Any version of this game was invented by a jerk & is only perpetuated by jerks. (“Jerk” being the closest term to “rectal orifice” that won’t draw flags. See also “bully.”)
That looked like a cheek tweek more than a shirt hurt.
Satchel, I love you….“BELT BELT, BELT BELT!”
Bucky you sucky. Even if Rob hung him by his tail from the ceiling so Satchel could wail on him like a punching bag or pinata, Satch would immediately feel sorry for him.
Drop kick doesn’t rhyme . . .
Clueless Bucky doesn’t know the difference between synonym and rhyme…it isn’t a subtle distinction.
I’ve seen Bucky operate a phone, camera, and keyboard. He should be able to manage a can opener.
NOW he’s REALLY in trouble!
Cat splat, no splat-backs!
If Rob drops Bucky out the window while saying “Cat Splat!” would he be playing the game? And win?