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!

