THE NEW DAWN OF MORNING BREAKFASTS WITH LOVE!

Now even if mom doesn't feel well she makes
sure we get breakfast on her lap with lots
of skritchy-scratches in all the right places!
(What happened to my toenails, ma?)

Mmmm, now everybody is happy again.
Especially mom. She needs this more
than we do, especially on sick days.
We comfort her. She doesn't even mind
us turning our home-grown wheatgrass over.
(Seriously, where are my toenails?)

Good thing Peter-Peanut's memory is as short as
his new toenails! He doesn't remember yesterday,
and - AHEM! - I shall remain the only one in the
herd with my "bits" but they're petite, unobtrusive,
bother no one at all, and we can gloat freely so yes, please congratulate me on my Stealth, Cunning & Art of
Concealment! Between you and me, readers,
it's "all in the tail-feathers." Mom loves combing
them out but hasn't noticed the naughty secret they
conceal: MAN-BITS, MY MAN BITS!
Mu-ah-Ha-HAAAAAAAHHHHH!
love,
(they doesn't call me "Vinny-Guinea"
for nuttin' heh-heh!)
Hopefully, mom will be back online by tomorrow; we just wanted to pop in to say "Hi!"

{Oh: AND Thank You, Ms. A. 
You know why!}