"My name is Devil, Handsome Devil. Espresso picked up his carrotini and sniffed it. Did you stir it? I Espressly said shaken, not stirred!"
Right, so the hoomin asked if I could take the evening shift tonight. I said "yes," but only if he promised no more snorgles for the day. Head rubs, head rubs I'll take.
My hoomin did good on his word, disappeared to half a day and came back smelling like a bunch of strange buns. He also brought home another box of fresh hay; yay! Then mumbled something about all of us going to see buncle Kurtis for a "spa day." My talons are getting a bit long. Hm, they seem fine to me.
We'll keep you posted,