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| 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?) |
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| 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?) |
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| 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!} |
