When you hear the "URKA, URKA, URKA" sound, it's bound to produce a pile of cold, wet fur on your rug that you usually find in the middle of the night, while walking to the bathroom.
or maybe on that last step in the basement stairway. (and always in bare
feet of course)
I've Been Boo'd
I've been Frosted
Today is the oldest you've ever been, and the youngest you'll ever be again.
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