Moosings of Moo- Rise of the Moochine
Change is on the cold north wind that has seemingly come to stay in this part of the Great British nation for which my breed is so named, and I find myself at the heart of it, as ever watchful over bae.
Moosings of Moo- The Laser Dot of The Skies
I have become victimised by it. That laser dot of the skies.
Moosings of Moo- Introduction of the mooniverse
Where art thou bae?
This is what I wonder as I wake and the cruel chill of the day’s emptiness clutches at my whiskers.