We have been having some major league butt blowouts that involve waking our ape up in the middle of the night to take us outside. She was thrilled! So we've been deprived of our usual tasty noms by our cruel cruel ma ape who has made us a horrible gruel involving rice, yogurts, boiled meats, and pumpkins. Awful! So we would like to dedicate this post to the memory of ice cream past (like 4 days ago).
Frosty, tasty noms.
Ethel always acts like you are trying to poison her and looks at any food with suspicion.
Oscar has no reservations.
But, as you can see, he is the looks--not the brains--of this operation.
Ed snatches his screams so fast you cannot see it but you can see the teeny tiny tip of his tongue cleaning off the last molecules of scream from his furs.
And here he gives the side eye to anyone who comes near his scream drips.
Otis washes the dishes.
Um, that tongue can't be natural, right? Can they do tongue enhancements now? We will check it out as soon as we finish our investigation into whether Ed has butt implants. And also as soon as we are done with the dire rears disaster.