Not much to report here. Dad brought a pie home from Bennison's Bakery and gave us the pie box. That was awesome! It's the perfect size to camp out in.
We're all mostly getting along better these days, too. Gerald and Squeaky are starting to understand -- after I've explained to them for the 10 billionth time -- that getting petted and rubbed by the Parents really feels GOOD. I caught Squeaky stretched out with her eyes slitted and her ears laid back the other morning, letting mom rub her forehead. She tried to play it off when I commented on it later, though.
Mom & I are good. The other night I laid down with mom, curled up against the palm of her hand, and groomed her fingers completely for her. We stayed like that for a good half hour. She thanked me and told me I was SUCH a good girl.
And you know, I really am!
Didn't hurt that her fingers totally smelled like food.
Oh! Speaking of food, have you guys tried this shit called "Cantaloupe"? Mom's been giving me some of this, and it is THA BOMB.
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