Yippee … let's eat!
Lunchtime is the perfect opportunity to practice our Cirque du Soleil act.
Sometimes there's even a bonus to our precarious positionings. If we end up
nose-diving, my fur becomes a lovely shade of pink for at least a week.
(Peet, however, is of a different opinion, as he believes the color brings
his manhood into serious question). Peet, more to the left and … whoa …" "Peet, more to the left and lower! Whoa …" "Peet, more to the left and lower! Whoa …" "Peet, more to the left and lower! Whoa …
There is nothing in the world like a good long nap to rejuvenate a girl's spirits. Why, I feel as fresh as the first day of Spring! And so, just for you, I will now perform my happy dance, á la Isadora Duncan.