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Side Rant: Flattened Slumber Ball

Non-trans-related side rant!

Back in the day I purchased a slumber ball for my cats.

Yes, I'm that person.

And I'm that person who'd blog about it.

This is what it's supposed to look like (and usually does):



Ahhhh, so soft and spacious. This ball is generally occupied by my little calico kitty, Theseus. However, this week I'm pupsitting the family dog, Ganymede, who has decided that he wants to sleep on the slumber ball. Theseus has resigned to sleeping in a shoe box.





Look at that! It's flat as a pancake! I'm going to have to fluff the crap out of this thing! He doesn't even fit! Frickin' pitbull. Why can't he be more like the pitbull Sergeant Stubby, who was a war hero? Or little pit Popsicle, the drug sniffer? I bet they didn't steal and flatten slumber balls made for cats!

End side rant.

And Theseus, right at this moment, deprived of her fluffed slumber ball:



Poor disgruntled little thing.

A Tribute To Pitbulls: The All American Hero


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