Hobbes and Smokie are being mistreated.
Their only hope for a better life is a new home.
One that doesn't have toys and warm, comfy places to nap.
One where the owner of the pets doesn't go outside and specifically pull grass heads off an ornamental plant for Hobbes to play with.
One that doesn't come with it's own heated mattress that also simulates the up and down motion of the ocean.
One that doesn't come with a pillow and a blanket in a warm office on a leather couch.
So who's going to call? I can't do it. I'd be incriminating myself.