Why does this woman torture me with such indignities? Now she has stuffed me in this hat. I must be prepared to make my escape as soon as she loosens her grip. It's my only hope for surviving with the modicum of self-respect that I have left.
Just a quick "Hello" to let everyone know I am doing well. I am still taking excellent care of mommy, as you can see. I wait here on the bathroom rug every morning while she gets ready. No need to worry about mommy while I'm around!
In July, 2007, when I was only 7 months old, mommy got very sick. I stayed in bed with her and took good care of her. I only got up to use my pad and get some food or water. Daddy had to give me a bath and then I went right back to mommy.
Everyone thinks I am so adorably rat-like after I have my bath. I get snuggles and hugs and everyone trying to keep me warm, but they don't know what it's like. I simply can't do anything with my hair!