Tennyson officially became a ladykiller if he hadn't already nabbed the status before. At 6 months old, he just might be titled the cutest creature alive (m' biased, I know. But just see for yourself. I won't push any opinions on you.)
He's rolly and soft and chunky and -as Goldilock's would say- he's "juuuuuust right!"
"How, uh, how are m' feet? Is this good? You like this look?"
Nailed it.
Zoolander has some competition.
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