Pass me my leather apron, helmet and steel gauntlets...
It's time to trick, manipulate, deceive and wrestle Kitty No. 2 into the cat carrier for the annual trip to the vet for check-up and booster shots.
If you don't hear from me again, know I died for the greater good. Or at least, Ezri's good, whether she knows it or not.
If you don't hear from me again, know I died for the greater good. Or at least, Ezri's good, whether she knows it or not.