Well, I think that’s what I enjoy most, if we are talking about tender loving care. But maybe those letters stand for, Tough Luck, Comrades! It’s not a question of ME not having YOU for a time. It’s a question of YOU not being able to snuggle ME! Sigh.
Mama has to go to the market an the expo so she can’t help me with some spelling until later. So I’m cutting it short today and reflect upon the Trashing of the House instructions that must be followed soon. Perhaps you have some ideas that were not covered by the friends who suggested it. Bring ’em on!
ARE YOU SERIOUS??? You actually DO that to the house when your anthros are away? Holy tamale.
PS Papa is going to miss me more than ANYONE, I’m pretty sure.