our daddy says that in september we turned three. turned three what?
as a present for the holly day of the longest night (yay long nights! more dark time when humans cannot see us!), the nice bluehaired lady gave us fuzzy new beds!
also, while daddy and the bluehaired lady were away, some other lady came and fed us. she smelled nice. we think perhaps she is from a litter related to our daddy's.
today, daddy told us he thinks that we must have special cute-concentrating digestive systems, because we get the little bits of cute out of not-very-cute food, and get rid of even-less-cute stuff. we are not sure we understand, but we think he just means that we are very cute. we're not sure why that would need to be said in such a complexified way, though. everybody knows that.
we have to go check whether our beds are still working now.