The Night the Hooman Forgot How to Sleep…again.
My hooman flopped around last night like a confused baby seal.
I tried to help:
Tap her with my peets
Little sigh
Big big sigh
Nose boops
Did she flopping around?
No.
When the warm light ball came and she blinked at me with her raccoon eyes I still walked over and gave her kisses.
Because she’s my rotisserie chicken and I love her.
Luv,
Sausage 🐾
