I caught Gus snuggling with my zebra flats the other day.
He was determined to rest his chin on them no matter how much of his dignity it cost him.
It appears he’s having a bit of an identity crisis. I think he thinks he’s a Zebra.
Same colors. Wrong pattern. Sorry, Gus.
He’s not taking this talk very well.
It’s turned his world upside down.
He’s not giving up so easily. He has claimed these shoes as his own.
Scarlett can’t stand to be associated with this nonsense.
She does, however, think that her natural habitat is a cardboard box. I don’t know what to make of this.
You two are a rare breed.
But you make me laugh.
Y’all come back,