Hi, we're Pickles, Tater, Biscuit, and Gravy — and we run this household.
Pickles here. I'm a mutt, which means I contain multitudes. Nobody knows exactly what I am, and honestly? I find that liberating.
Tater reporting in. Bull terrier. I have an egg-shaped head and I know it. I'm told it's distinguished. I choose to believe that.
Biscuit speaking. For both of us cats. Gravy wanted to introduce himself but I didn't think that was necessary. What you need to know is this: we are cats, this is our home, and everything operates on our schedule. The dogs are fine. The humans are well-trained. Gravy agrees with everything I just said. He doesn't have a choice.
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