Good evening, Everybun!
We're just letting our hoomin spoil us rotten. It's a tough job, but somebuny's gotta do it. Maybe he feels bad about Espresso getting his shot yesterday, and the tear duct flushing. Oof.
The good news is, 'Spresso is doing well. His eye is not weeping anymore; the ducts are draining properly.
In other news, this morning, my hoomin thought setting up his "studio" next to my bin would be a good idea. I tolerated it as much as I could, but even my patience had limits. He would sip his coffea beverage - without as much as a token offer to share - and nag me about what he thought of his sketches. I knew that sooner or later, he would have to get up and disappear for a minute. He did. So, I came out of my bundo, tore up what I could, and promptly disappeared.
I don't think he got the point. He wailed and wailed about how he doesn't care what I think, that he'll start on the painting today, and on and on. I warned him. Then he threatened he'd have some preliminary sketches to show next week.
Goodnight and good luck!
- Gus