The ramblings and ingenious philosophizings of a Victorian Otter

The kids are gone for the summer to stay with their mother . . .

The house is eerily alone and while they're at a Pride fest I'm home doing chores . . . yeah, I'm a party animal. LOL

I'm sad and lonely, honestly. But I've no tears left to cry . . . and this country and the news all they report on is the hate. I swear, I can't turn anywhere someone isn't hating . . . even in the furry community. -sighs- So I'm going to turn to my art.

They point out the colors in you, I see 'em too
And, boy, I like 'em, I like 'em, I like 'em
We're way too fly to partake in all this hate
We out here vibin', we vibin', we vibin'