Making memories with Mr. Mittens

leak energy

tiny arms, massive consequences

you call it inefficient. i call it iconic

hug with a view

smell like angel, roar hell

I don’t believe in ghosts, but Casper’s my boy

man’s fruitiest friend

possessed by belly demon

betrayed by a bandito

pawlease, don’t stop

mother hen, big edition

dress code: better than you

just two squishy introverts

bite-sized contractors