Well, gentle readers, it is that infamous Turkey Day. I never have quite understood it, but it usually means some delectable bits for me, so I am OK with the tradition.
My little blind wigglers continue to grow. I find that I am having retrain that human servant of mine, though (does one EVER get them appropriately trained?). For some reason, that poor simple woman got the idea that I should stop running with them. Let me tell you, my figure has gotten better since the wigglers came, but a girl STILL needs her exercise. The Blind Wigglers will do well enough for a FEW minutes while we go run. I have had to put up quite the stink to hit the road again.
As the saying goes, the milk bar is still open. Here are my girls imbibing: Katie, Josey, Sweets and Layla. Goober Jr's body is hanging out, but you can't see his head.
Below, Sweet and Katie. They do make a neat set, don't they?
Josey, capturing some Z's, I think. Hard to tell since their eyes are closed all the time.
Layla. She's beginning to look like a bear with those nails. Once again, the human servant is lacking in the training department.
You guessed it. Goober Jr. For a boy, he's pretty cure even if he does have a big head.Gobble up them turkeys, all! I do hope the servant didn't forget THAT!
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