It was five years ago today that I came to live with Rachel and her family, after being captured in the Wild Wood. I didn’t like it much at first, and she called me Scooter because I would scoot under the furniture if anyone came near me. But she soon found out that I loved dinner. Rachel gives me two dinners a day, and I let her pick me up while I purr loudly. She says tonight’s dinner will be special. Can’t wait!
I also love sleeping, and can assert myself when I want a new bed.
Rachel says it shows.
Isn’t it dinnertime yet?