Posts tagged: foster kitten
My legs are long, my stare is derisive.
Dame Helen will grow into her ears, but your American ass will look like that forever.
This is Helen’s tail. It, like the rest of her, is four months old. Last night, Helen curled up in the crook of my arm and watched Sherlock with me for one hour and twenty seven minutes. She fancies Benedict Cumberbatch. Who doesn’t, Helen? Who does not.
