I Like Mosquitos Because They Give Me An Excuse to Smack Tabby In The Face (4651-4670)

Not that I need an excuse. She’s taking a perverse pleasure in ridding me of one of my most guiltless pleasures. Why should I feel bad about being a helpful customer? What could be wrong with making someone’s life easier and being extra tidy? What kind of monster would rob me of the pleasure of […]