Update: Last weekend Kramer ate approximately thirteen chocolate chip cookies when I wasn’t paying attention, and then I had to give him hydrogen peroxide to make him throw it all up. Then Frank drank water too fast and puked on my bare feet while I was eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I also pulled an actual slug out of Kramer’s fur the other day. In other news, I have a story coming out soon in Smokelong Quarterly, and I’m pretty jazzed. Bye, turds!