I am Ingrid

ROBOCAT gives you 30 seconds to comply.

Ingrid’s vortex.

Ingrid radiates pure awesome.

Ingrid is ready to ROCK.

Mouse tail.

If Ingrid keeps this up, it’s only a matter of time before that taut little tummy of hers becomes a beer belly.

Ingrid chooses ranch.

Ingrid studies Icelandic.

(MYND means “picture”)

Ingrid lurking in the sunset.

I better hurry up and order one of those atheist rapture pet-care programs, or else this is what Ingrid is going to look like after today.

Ha, yeah right.