Show Me On The Doll Where The Bad Kitty Touched You

Have been trying to write a post for an hour about my elderly cat Tucker's new, um, proclivity, but I can't make it not sound twisted. Instead, please enjoy this shot of Maisy and Libby. Fletch wanted me to come up with a clever narrative so I could write off today's $352 vet bill but I've got nothing that doesn't include the term "newly date rape-y" or refer to Tucker as the creepy old man down the street who lets his robe flap open in front of kids. Let me just say this - if my (perfectly healthy) cat tries to lure you into his panel van to see his new puppy, don't get in.