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Instead of blobulating outside on the driveway or under the bushes, Shadow is a blob in his old place on my pillow, scaring the spit out of Lucy and Lily whenever they come near. He's got his bad allergy raw spots and bumps again, poor guy, but he's still very solid. Not a waif, at all. Weighs 20 pounds, though i'm sure he'd thank me not to post that. However, his face is still gorgeous enough that I stared at it and an hour went by before I noticed. His eyyyyyes. Are so. Green. Ah. And just... He is gorgeous, no matter how bloody his nose and ears are.
Lucy is sitting in my lap sounding like a miniature diesel engine, but his face is just not as pretty. Even if I am jealous of his blue eye. And his green one. Well, now Lily is joining the party.
Having written a letter to my grandparents in Massachusetts instead of coloring more feathers, I am feeling that there are a lot of feathers to be colored. Hmm.
Lucy is sitting in my lap sounding like a miniature diesel engine, but his face is just not as pretty. Even if I am jealous of his blue eye. And his green one. Well, now Lily is joining the party.
Having written a letter to my grandparents in Massachusetts instead of coloring more feathers, I am feeling that there are a lot of feathers to be colored. Hmm.
