Yes, those are bits of homegrown cawwots. Saaaaalads were the only excitement around here this week. The hoomins are losing a dear friend to cancer, and that is just wringing them. So we get all the headrubs and snorgles we can handle.
Gus, well ... Charlie goes over to hang out with him. I'm still not ready to make any new friends. Maybe he's a nice guy; I don't know. Time. I need time.
We'll keep you posted,