This morning before 6 a.m. at the Black Squirrel Ranch I wrangled some goats, dealt with an emergency jailbreak in the kitten wing of the barn, and discovered a rodent post-mortem-which required immediate removal from a drinking bucket.
Are you princesses even conscious yet?
P.s. Hey kittens, here's the score: Bucket-1, Kittens-1. Buckets are cheaper...something to think about.
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