When we left off yesterday, the cat had escaped and “legged it,” which I understand is a British way of saying “ran away.” Then, it was time for Phase 2.
If the cat was smart it would not have come back.
That doesn’t look big enough for a tiger, but okay, suit yourself.
WHOA HOT SHIT YOU GOT IT!!! Jesus! Just look at that thing, it’s vicious!
I can tell you’re in a hurry because you forgot the period at the end of your sentence. It’s okay, I forgive you.
Goddamn. One cage couldn’t hold that furious feline, you needed two.
Congratulations, Mr. Reid! Glad your home is yours once more.
(h/t to Dusty Ventures!)