I don’t know what the deal is, but that Krauss guy is messed up right now:
to the point it’s cramping my style. Used to leap onto his stomach and settle in for a nap, but now, the guy screams and throws me across the room. How rude. This is about the best I can hope for:
which is not going to work. So lately, I’ve had to settle for alternatives:
all of which have their merits. But, tell ya, nothing beats a warm stomach or chest.
Krauss, ya gotta sleep sometime.