Also I have the same birthday as Puccini, albeit 130 years apart. How rad is that?
This little bastard is so fat that when I picked him up today, I had to use both of my hands because otherwise I just couldn't get a good grip on his gelatinous rolls. He's like a little baby Jabba the Hutt. Look at him, he can't even fit himself on the arm of the couch properly.
Poor Evi wants to come cuddle with me in my writer-fort but she's too afraid of Salacious Crumb over there.
WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HIS HEAD OH MY GOD LAMIA NOOOOO