Robot Diver ππ¬οΈππΏπΈπ±π±π±It's Saturday, and Gus says "say no to drugs".
One does not simply own black fleece pants in a household with a Siberian cat. These are my backyard pants, where no one needs know about my inner Yeti.
When not spread eagled on his back, or going Superman, this is probably Gus' next most common pose. Chillin' aka Gus-spreading.
He rests in the window watching the snow fall, ignorant to the fact that his arch nemesis walked past said window not more than 3 minutes ago.
Gus hopes you are feeling as good as he is, this fine Caturday.
Gus is having a moment tonight. The first bug of the season. Ten minutes of yowling about the little fly on the ceiling and it continues.
Literally every day, he leaves a little gift in my shoe.
I think Gus is feeling the intense anxiety of the world today. He certainly has a LOT to say about it this morning and will not be consoled.
