We both miss mom and daddy but we get along just fine. The big silvery thing next to the kitchen spews food out every now and then and even though I sometimes think I'm seriously going to starve, more food comes out before I actually do. Tigger and I race to it whenever it makes the dingding sound 'cause she's hungry too and she thinks I'll eat everything out of her dish if she doesn't make it. I've done it a coupla times but not very much, and I know she did it to me, too, so we're even and we both race.
Today a leaf stuck to the porch door and
Tigger acted like she didn't know what it was and pressed her nose into the
glass like she could get it and tear it up. I just watched. I wanted to get it
too but the only leaves we get are the ones mom brings in sometimes and puts
into books and the ones she decides she doesn't want, sometimes we get those.
They smell wild.
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