|Espresso, "Now we do the first after-dinner nap. Then we thump."|
|Charlie, "He got my frizzles with a brush after the pix - I got him right back!"|
|Espresso, "You know, it took that sunbeam all day to get here."|
It's been a long week, and my hoomin had to work yesterday instead of having that second day off he had hoped for. But all is good now. My hoomins hit the day running - literally. They went for a run then my "main meatball" attacked the wall with stripping discs. Of course, he used all five of them and barely finished the cleanup. Now he's all petered out.
The same loafing scenes play out every day, morning and evening, like a mantra we never tire of. And we're put putting along. And we're getting all the headrubs until it's time to get up and snack on crunchy things. And everything else just passes.
We'll keep you posted!
Espresso seems to be making some kind of statement by flattening his head. I don't understand it, but I'm on alert.
... he probably disapproves of all the attention lavished on his Loafiness.
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