I have a pet werewolf. He goes by the name Steve. However, during that special time of the month, I call him Fluffy. I can tell he doesn't appreciate it, but there isn't anything he can do about it. I keep him on a very short leash. Well, I say leash, but it's really a very sturdy, sliver plated chain in my basement. There is no escaping from it and Lord knows, Fluffy has tried. I don't know how he thinks he would survive on the outside on his own. It is like he's never heard of dog catchers. They're a menace. He might look like he's in pain, but really, we have the best time.
