Relaxed

Sometimes, you have to pretend. That you are... buddies with someone. Someone who has access to the food you want. So. Tickle my belly. And watch me scratch you. But do feed me. As you always do. Eventually. Even if you are bleeding.

Only human.

Home of the brave

Tonight, I ventured out into the apartment of my tin-opener. He got mad when I went into the bedroom. Hey, I rolled around in the dirt of a freshly turned piece of soil only seconds before, so why should I not want to explore the soft covers on the bed? Anyway... Since he was reluctant to feed me, I explored the place for a bit. And discovered that there is a second exit... onto the balcony!