He doesn’t just blend, he purr-ees.
When you wish upon a falling star, your dreams can come true. Unless it’s a really big meteor hurtling to the Earth which will destroy all life. Then you’re pretty much hosed no matter what you wish for.
Unless it’s death by meteor.
Impossibly tiny, of course.
Studies have shown that things get worse with time.
One year, for my birthday, Marc gave me a boxed set of all 10 Danger Mouse DVDs. I even use Penfold’s voice as my oldest son’s ringtone.
Or maybe even a Walrus of Merit. That’s even bigger than a seal of approval.
On occasion, yes, they can be quite picky.
My son would love to work for the IRS. Instead he works for H&R Block.
Grrrrrr! She refused to eat her mouse on Friday. She kept refusing to strike at first, then struck but refused to coil, gummed the mouse a few times (remember, no teeth) then spit it out. I’ll wait until Friday and try again.
She died with her family around and knowing that she was cherished. I’m sorry for your loss.