In other news, Charlie (sometimes referred to by the hoomin as "Charlie-Zoomer") scared the living daylights out of her hoomins last night.
Ears cold as ice, hunched in a corner, urinated on the spot, turned down the dinner salaaaaad. Well, she received 0.25cc of L-Metoclopramide, and the hoomins started plotting a late night or early morning trip to the emergency V. E. T. One of them really wanted to go right then and there.
Just as suddenly as Charlie stopped eating and started showing symptoms of something terrible brewing, she was in the bin noming hay! Hoomins' heads are still spinning.
We'll keep you posted,