Guys? I tell you, I wax poetic to you, I TRY my BEST to convey to you how hilarious Finn is, but sometimes the photos have to speak for themselves. Witness:
Seriously? You’re seriously going to sit like that in front of goddy and everyone, with your business hanging out in the breeze? You’re a CAT, not Al Bundy for the love of pants, and speaking of pants, why don’t we get you a pair of pants and a beer and the TV remote if you’re actually going to sit like that like nothing’s wrong, Oh my LORDO, cat.
In case I didn’t make my point before:
Really? Really. Oh, and that’s not all I have found lately. People ask me “Dude? Do you POSE these pictures? Because really? How can there possibly be such ridiculousness going on in your home at all times, that just doesn’t make SENSE, it’s not POSSIBLE, to which I say “Oh, but it is”. See?
And no, he CAN’T get out by himself, I have to go in and fetch him. Of course I do. Because I’m TRAINED. Because it puts the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again. Because I live in a three ring circus, and Finny is the ringmaster.
God I love that little bastard.