My humom spent lots of time talking to my Auntie Shel on the phone. They were cackling about how funny Tiggr looked, harvesting and biting lilikoi even tho the taste is not exactly dog-friendly. Not a kiss or squeeze for The Miss, no discussion of my perfection. Tuh! Well, after they hung up (hung up what? what does that mean?) it was clearly time to make my presence felt, so I began to barf. On the bed. Humom unfortunately grabbed a map as a landing pad, so she caught the barf, which was of course bright yellow and lilikoi-scented. Hah! Solidarity!
--- Missy out
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