Would you say that Jodie Foster looks like a fish? No, I bet you wouldn’t, but I bet you could say I was the Jodie Foster to my Abby’s Hannibal Lecter - though between the two of us, I’m pretty sure I’m the one with the killer instincts. Do I look like a fish to you? In fact, I know I didn’t look like a fish then whenever my Abby would introduce me to someone or call her parents to update them on our operation, she’d say, “Oh, he’s just a Foster.” And we all know what a Foster is - code for a gorgeous being who shares the same level of gorgeousness as Jodie Foster.īlobby, always on the alert to protect Abby. When my Abby busted me out of there for a special, off-site seven-day Transport Foster Mission, she called me Blob Fish, sometimes just Fish. I am an original, and anarchy is my calling. They told me it was a temporary name until I found my Forever Home. That’s a tricky number, if you ask me, so the wardens called me Blob Fish. I could really go for a Milkbone right now - or two or seven or 8,160. I’ll wait a few minutes to ask again maybe I can get a treat if I sit in front of the pantry door and whine just a bit. My Abby tells me I’ve already had my two meals today, but I could’ve sworn I only had one, or maybe none at all. I’m no good with keeping track of numbers. I wasn’t in prison, just a kennel, I’m told, but I did have an ID number that I could never keep straight.
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