Good evening, Everybun!
Chillaxing is still the order of the day. You'd think my hoomin hot script for napping the way he's been so diligent about it. Of course, we take priority, so as long as my whims are satisfied - I don't care what the biped does.
And that's the excitement for today. Charlie's portrait is at a standstill. We'll do more background work because the printout of the line work we need to move along won't be ready until tomorrow. Go figure, the machine at Kinko's knew when to break down. Wait - what? It's not Kinko's anymore, but FedEx? What's your point? You sure seem to be close to my lawn - get any closer, and I'll tell you to get off it.
Yes, I get cranky. My hoomin thinks I want head rubs when I don't, and I get cranky. Cookies are late - I get cranky. I'm bored - and guess what? You get the idea.
In all seriousness, my hoomin really believes every moment with us is a gift and treats us accordingly, and sometimes that's overbearing.
Good night and good luck!
- Gus