By Sven. Head of Household Operations. Seven toes, no notes.
Let me start with the toes, because everyone starts with the toes. Yes, there are seven on the one foot. No, I will not be taking questions. They are not a medical situation. They are a personality.
I arrived here as a foster. The arrangement was two weeks. I want to be clear that I did not agree to this arrangement, nobody consulted me, and after a thorough review of the food situation, I chose to stay. Sally calls this a foster failure. I call it a quiet and successful takeover.
I am also the reason everyone in this house is named after a Frozen character. I got here first, I set the tone, and now there is an Elsa who refuses to look at me and an Olaf who refuses to stop. This is what we call balance.
Things you should know about me: I supervise the kitchen, I personally test every cardboard box for structural integrity, and I believe 4am is a perfectly reasonable time to share my feelings. Loudly. Near your head.
Sally fosters kittens, helps reunite lost cats with their people around Denton, and lets me post on the internet, which should tell you everything about her judgment. Stick around. I have a lot of toes, and even more to say.