"Hold me."

"How dare you put protective blanket on bed so I cannot shake my wet fur all over your pillows!"

hangin' out

Sansa rolled in a dead thing and was banished to the patio while her bath was drawn.

Floof.

We're in a CAR we're in a CAR!

We haven't seen Carmella in a while! Let's fix that.

My son tasted his first Kraft Dinner (or the pathetic American equivalent) and became the Canadian he always was inside.

"I believe I left my shoe here, thank you."

Sansa rolled in something unspeakable and was given a bath, thus ruining ALL her good work at becoming thoroughly vile and smelly.

Could her ears have more floof? No.

When you're pretending to take a pic of your baby but really you want to check out a cute service dog.

Double. Rainbow.

Everything's fine here.

Prince.