Scratch! Scratch! Scratch!
OK, Andy! Please excuse me for daring to pet you when you don’t want me to!
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Andy associates the space between the glide rocker and the recliner as where he lets me know he wants something. It never is petting, though, because he expects me to try to pick him up if he isn’t wary enough.
Yep! I will do it, too! And that’s when he goes over to his cactus scratching post and scratches out his angry response for my impudence.
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Today is my friend Terry’s birthday! Happy Birthday, TC!