February 25th 2014 11:55 am
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Mom took the day off. We've been hanging with her all day. Mom took my small red rubber wiffle ball and but it inside the large blue one. Hey no fair Mom. I don't have thumbs. But I gave it a good try. She eventually took pity on me and got it halfway out so I could get it free. Now I'm hiding it. I don't know what she was thinking.
Mom is draining sometimes. Priscilla and I finally pooped out and we are heading off for naps. Don't tell Mom I'm hiding under the blankets. I guess Mom doesn't realize we sleep most of the day. Priscilla needs her beauty sleep and I need to recharge.
Just give me an hour Mom and I'll be your littler energizer bunny once again.
Life is good.
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Quigley sometimes I need my "handsome" sleep, like Priscilla needs her "beauty" sleep...but don't tell..**smile**
I would probably hide my ball too if mom pulled a trick like that on me! These humans, where do they come up with these things!
Grrr! Ma, don't mess with the ball! The ball is a sacred object. The proper form of worship is to throw it for us so that we may put it our mouths the more closely to commune with it by ritual chewing or to be taken to a higher plain by the melodious squeaks.
Do you ever get the thought that my brofur Fitz is full of it?
Tessa, My sister Cylla would agree with you, but I totally understand Fitz. He is speaking the truth. I carry by ball with me at all times.