Hid in a blanket, few minutes later he crapped and pissed on it.
Climbed onto my shoulder where he burrowed into my hair.
explored the backdoor step.not very exciting
Weaved in and out throught some flower pots
and climbed up to my face.
That was pretty much his day oh and
he bit my finger broke my cuticle and drew blood. cheers scribs (that's Roberta's new txt name for him. lame)
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eh, get off. he bit your finger on thursday. i think you'll find
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