Root Beer just licked Bel on the eye. Stuff like that has been happening a lot lately. Sometimes, when my glance scrapes the corner of the room, I catch Bel and Charli curled up together, purring.
Christmas has been a lot like that, too. A lot of purring.
Silent contentment. A time of peace.
Back to work tomorrow.
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What the nose knows
Root Beer's first bath
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