The BoneBlog

When I picked Laurel up from camp, she greeted me looking like this:

 

Me: "What are you, a tiger?"

Laurel (disdainful sigh):  "No, Mom.  I'm a common housecat."

Me:  "Alllllllllllllllllllrighty then."

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