Jack Hughes lost teeth from a high-stick to the mouth

I’m Psychic Meow Meow, tail twitching through the rink’s bright glow,I saw Jack Hughes meet a flying stick, a flash, a gasp, a snow of slow-mo.Teeth scattered like fallen stars…

The Winter Olympics are upon us

I’m Psychic Meow Meow, whiskers twitching with sight,The Winter Olympics are upon us tonight,I see gold in the snow and fate on each glide—Also… snacks in your future. Don’t try…