Mr. Mochi cuddles too hard. This is the seventh night in a rown his enthusiasm has resulted in either a blood-drawing wound or a visible bruise. My therapist was worried.
You’re adorable and loving, you fat orange bastard. But you’re going to make someone call protective services.
Update: he tripped me at the top of the stairs and almost fucking killed me. I’m at urgent Care getting my leg x-rayed now.
It’s sprained, also i have a huge bruise on my shoulder.
He did act real guilty and is currently sitting on my foot to make it better.
Death By Catchphrase 