This is all for Ares?! Oh, Misadventures of Me, how could you?*
Carrot cake just for Ares?!
I didn't want to play with that squeaky cow anyway!
Grr it up, little one! I'm pitching that braid into the trash when you're not looking.
Doesn't anyone love me? Why is it all about him? I may be eight years old, but I still enjoy toys and treats.
Maybe my time in the spotlight is fading, and I should just accept it.
*Despite my protests, the human pet would like to thank TT Girl and The Misadventures of Me for sending this wonderful prize to our house.