Sure, why not, we'll take the Saturday post again. You know, it's "the doodles" again. Whatever.
The hoomin called us the "binary disapproval system." We spin around the idea that when the hoomin gets up in the morning, we expect treats. Then we spin and run around in circles around his leg. Unfortunately, the phenomena are very difficult, if not impossible, to capture. The act of paying attention to it slows down the spin and compels the hoomin to get on with the treat dispensing. After the treats are served, the spin is gone.
Then came the headrubs, so we loaf nose to nose and grit our teeth in contentment. And then we loaf some more.