So on Tuesday, momma decided to torture me - trap me in a cage and make me stay there for hours and hours and days and centuries . . .
And when I finally got here, I had to deal wif dis guy.
And her, MOL.
Ok, so I guess ya figgurred out me and momma came up to Plano for her birthday/Thanksgiving.
It's nice getting to see my pals again.
And really nice getting to eat turkey.




