usually when floyd climbs onto the couch or my bed, he farts. he pauses for a moment and always looks at me.. but i am not sure if it's to say, "what was that!?" or "yeah, so?".

i wish i had a video of the nest he just built in my bed. ive probably spent the past 20 minutes, just sitting here, staring at (and smelling) him.. wondering what hes going to do next.

im pretty sure from the minute i first saw him peeing in the middle of the living room floor at his foster home, that he was the worst and best idea i ever had.

i love you very much, floyd frankenweenie.