|Charlie, "What up, Spress?"|
|Espresso, "Good to see you too, Charlie."|
Charlie insists, insists! on coming over from time to time to eat my pellets and hay. She says she's just checking on me, but I have the feeling she wants me to remember who runs this place. I try to chase her and all that good stuff, but she's unflappable unless she wishes to flop, of course, which she does as she pleases!
It's all good, I guess. We're all trying to recover from Thanksgiving. My hoomin had to tar pit yesterday and said it felt like the worst M*nd*y ever. Sigh... it's all better now. He's going to a toy-making-party-for-the-buns with one of the rescues. He said he might meet some new buns, smelly two-timer!
We'll keep you posted,