Good evening, all. I'm Frida, Mom's little cat (she has another, who is nearly 19 and a total doofus) She has mentioned me once or twice, calling me a 'Writer's Block', which is not funny.
At the moment Mom is outside with a pickaxe:
|Mom's Ice Removal Implement|
|There has to be a better way to exercise...|
Paddock Boots (designed for winter riding)
|Oh la-la! Ceux sont tellement chic!|
|This truck appears to be named 'You Blasted STINKER!'|
And here it is:
...oh, dear... She just came stamping in, kicked off her boots and said something through her teeth about writing a fight scene!