In which the Squeakster decides that my book bag, purse and bus pass are the perfect place for an afternoon groom.
A few days ago, Squeaky was marching around the apartment announcing she was hungry. AbuS picked her up and asked, “do you think you’re in charge here?” Of course, she really is. What kind of silly question is that? If something is in the apartment, it is there for her pleasure and enjoyment only.