Meow, I, Midnight, Squire Of Sofa, thought that I had already met evil and vanquished it forever more, but certainly you, as well, Ochre Ogre, are in need of the stabbing fury of my pawed anlaces in order that peace might be restored to the realm of reclination. ; )

Squirrel readies determined pose in order to dispose of the bird feeder’s displuviate roof arose as a deterrent to to those who would oppose ave-only shows, but will, it is supposed, not succeed against bushy-tailed throws as well as it might against rainy flows. ; )