“Why can’t you chew up your own bed?” Charles asked.
“Then I wouldn’t have any place to sleep,” Lucy responded in a matter-of-fact way.
Parched from the oppressing heat we’ve had here at headquarters, Lucy has found a new spring of refreshment. The backyard birds were unavailable for comment, but traces of a white substance were found on Lucy’s favorite chew toy. We can only conjecture what the message might be.
In other news, staff reports indicate that Carl is having quite a problem in dealing with tension. One of our crew indicated Carl is ripe for stress management classes and the sooner the better. Though unsettling, we pass along recent photos.
Actually, Wilbur appears a little undone as well.
That’s it for this update, but check in with us often for more on the triplets and tuxedo you’ve come to know and love.
“Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young—a place near your altar, O Lord Almighty, my Kind and my God “(Psalm 84:3).
|Senior staff member with kittens before Sara's departure|