
Sometimes when my mom has been studying for too long she flops over sideways onto the couch and gripes and moans about why on earth she is getting a Peeaitchdee. I have no idea what this Peeaitchdee thing is, but I know when she starts complaining about it I better run fast or else I get scooped up, like this, and forced to snuggle.
Don't worry, I'm not really enjoying it; that look of purring bliss on my face is, um, just, uh...me faking it. To make her feel better. Yeah, that's it.
--Zorro

