Mother continues her periodic stabbing of my neck. This is not my idea of a good time, but I do not protest. After all, it is better than a Q-Tip in the face. I believe in focusing on the positives. She gave me cookies, too.
Tonight, Mother brought reinforcements with her. Aunt Nancy and the man came with her. I hadn't seen Aunt Nancy in so long, not since the migration, so it was good to see her.
Mother did not cook my meal tonight. She feed me dry food with all my powders just lying there, although they did taste all apple cidery yummy. I ate it all up quickly, since Mother seemed to want me to hurry.
I know they are all off cavorting. I hope Aunt Nancy comes to visit me again, because she didn't have a chance to give me cookies and I know she really likes to do that, so maybe she'll come see me tomorrow.
That's a long time to have to wait for more cookies...