I will just give you a little history about us before the boys come bouncing in here and try to take over, like they always do. Too sooky to do it themselves but once I do, they think they know all the answers. Boys, hmph!
We have lived with Mum and Dad since we were tiny, about 4 days old when our eyes and ears weren't even open yet. Our real mum went looking for food one night and didn't come back, so the man who owned the service station called Mum and she came and got us - well, not Hugsley to start with. He was the one who went out to look for our mother (because he was hungry!) and thats how the man knew to call Mum. They found him later and brought him to her. Dad calls him a little hero... hmph. I could have done that AND not got lost for 3 hours!Mum called Aunty Carrie and she brought some cat milk and syringes and helped Mum feed us. The Principal at the school said we could come in with Mum every day until we were more grownup ... which was way cool, because everyone fussed over us. And once Mum and Carrie got some bottles, the nice lady from the office came over at feed times and helped Mum feed us all. I think Mum called her Candy.
We are really grown up now, nearly 7 months old and Mum says we are spoilt rotten. Not sure what she means by that....
Whoops, here comes Mum. Talk to you all later!
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