December 15, 2014

Just Kiki

It's her tree, you know.

Every year before I can get the bottom section erected into the base, she is down there, waiting. It's like her natural habitat or something.

She lays beneath it almost all day, popping out for belly rubs and food. At night, she cries and howls and runs around the tree in circles. We imagine she must be chanting prayers of thanks to God for sending tuna and salmon and chicken here for her to eat alla time.

Kiki says hello!

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