Sunday, November 29, 2009

Life is hard

I don't know why mom and dad don't understand how hard our life is. They disappear for years at a time, and they don't bring home anything yummy.  All we have is the sun to stay warm, and Zazou to be my pillow.

Though they did give us a little turkey when they came home this last time.

That was good.


1 comment:

  1. Hey Z&C,
    Perhaps y'all is exaggerating just a tad.
    - TBH&K