Posted by on Sep 16, 2018 | 9 comments

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Well, papa saw me surrounded by my bright duvet and said, “Loulou, you are the pistil in the red flower of your comforter,” whatever that means.

And mama thought, “Hmm, is Loulou the pistil or the stamen?”

Whatever that is.

Anthros are weird.  I’m just sleepin’ here, mindin’ my own business.

Duh.

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Hey, so what am I now?

Maybe just a little blue…our nice friends are leaving for two days and I’ve really gotten used to them being here.  I get really good vibes from their attention to my kibble, my food, my bod.

Ah, well, a little snooze will probably help me adjust to when they return…