For a short week, it feels like this past M*nd*y was ages ago. My hoomin stayed home that day, and we had a blast. He set up his study session on the floor, and I assisted. There were some passages in his book I thought were unnecessary or just pure rubbish, so I tore them out. Or at least I tried. I'm not sure how much reading he got done, but he administered a lot of head rubs - that's the stuff that matters, you know.
My meditation practice is improving. I sat with my hoomin every night this week and made noises with my teeth the hoomin didn't know I can make. I think I'm bonding with the hoomin.
No, I still can't hang out with Gus and Charlie. I sit by the gate and pretend to chill, and Charlie even grooms my head, but every I get to snick up on Gus I take it. Yeah, I'll mellow out, someday.
We'll keep you posted,
Life sounds pretty good there, Espresso.
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