Oberon and Tellulah, the Junkies

As is usual for them, they meowed and complained until Fahim let them out the front door.

They were back in record time. 🙂

No munchie, no joy.

It’s no longer fun for them to go out the front. Awwwww, poor puddy tats.

Author: LMAshton
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