Tickles has a habit. He likes to nip. Whenever I have flesh outside the duvet, it gets nipped. I'm not a morning person. Neither am I a middle of the night person. I am also not a blood donor. Tickles has a lot to learn. Like flying. He's had a few lessons so far, it's work in progress.
Summer is a complete nutter. She's decided the best way to get fed more quickly is to help herself. By biting my legs while she's stood behind me. She only ever does it while I'm in the kitchen, and usually while I'm washing up. She's trying to tell me I need to get myself a dishwasher obviously.
Doesn't that mean getting married though?? :p
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