Happy, Happy Biscuit Day!

Leonard loves his biscuits.

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I mean, he REEAAAAALLY loves his biscuits. His biscuit meow is one long siren howl of excitement which goes on and on and on and on, rising and falling in pitch and volume. The shrews for miles around duck and cover, fallout helmets buckled under little shrew chins, sandbags blocking vulnerable shrew doors and shrew windows taped up to protect from the blast. Little shrew ornaments are wrapped in cotton wool and packed with straw from our local guinea pig straw dealer, Bitsy, traded for gourmet worm quiche and the "special" mushrooms...

     Leonard is oblivious to the shivering shrews and the birds plummeting from the sky, satellites failing in their orbits and the Kraken waking and rising from the murky deep... His attention is firmly on the bowl daddy carries and the precious cargo within. He bounces down the hall like the Tiggeriest Tigger that ever was, his eerie clarion call shattering glass and signaling the coming of the Apocalypse. He's a merry little biscuit-addicted doom bringer...