Nicely, I’m grateful for papa, who all the time is aware of EXACTLY the place to scritch my noggin. Er…tête.
I’m additionally very glad for mama’s pal who has come all the best way from San Francisco to grace our little village along with her presence and produce pleasure to us.
And oh, the climate and the flowers and the birdies munching at our birdie feeder each morn and eve…
I’m, too, very glad that the behavior of throwing out dangerous ideas within the trash and retaining the optimistic ones has turn into a behavior for all three of us! I not consider an empty meals bowl or that my malt paste will run out or that my B12 will cease working, heaven forbid.
All of these ideas go into the poubelle and I meow “ohm” and ponder my navel as an alternative, wherever that’s…
Humorous phrase “poubelle“….is poo ever belle?
And we’re so glad when in poor health animals get higher. We’re very grateful for that.
