My mom sent me a backpack. I don’t know if it smelled like her house, or if it’s just Piglet being Piglet Who Must Occupy All of the Things, but he made himself at home in it.
Henry and Polly have been taking turns pushing each other off this stack of blankets. Every time I look over at it, a different cat is enthroned on top.
Frances had her last post-op X-rays, and she has been released from all restrictions. HUZZAH! She is a very happy little dog, because now she gets to sleep on the couch and the bed. She really missed having furniture privileges.